Li Guanyi looked at the text and realized that the cold Grand Princess had recognized him. His current disguise of temperament and appearance relied on the techniques taught to him by his aunt. If Grand Princess Chen Qingyan also possessed this technique and had practiced for ten years, her cultivation level would surely surpass his.
In her eyes, his concealment might have no effect at all.
Perhaps she could see through it at a glance.
However, that technique was indeed the direct inheritance of the Murong family from the Jiangnan Divine Armory, the "Twelve Layers of Misty Rain in Jiangnan." His aunt had informed the Grand Princess of this technique when she left the capital, after all, it was to repay a kindness.
Or perhaps, at that time, his aunt had already resolved to die on the road.
Passing this technique to the Grand Princess was merely to prevent this absolute skill from being severed in her lineage.
The past was already grimly evident.
Li Guanyi lowered his gaze.
He had recorded the names and contact methods of these twenty-four generals.