Outside the Imperial City's Gate, it was less than a kilometer away.
In the past, people would come here like shuttles, but now it was empty, only one person at a table, drinking by himself.
In the eyes of the Imperial City's guards, this was equivalent to provocation. They did not take them seriously at all.
It was only a distance of a thousand meters. Ordinary long-range weapons could not reach it, but some weapons could easily hit it.
However, from the beginning to the end, no one dared to attack, because they all knew that if they did, it would be the official start of the decisive battle.
Tang Zhen quietly sat behind the table. He silently looked at the guards on the city wall, as though he was admiring the scenery.
In fact, there wasn't any real scenery. The only things that entered his eyes were the cold glints of blades and Spears, as well as the worried faces.
