The blue-faced man didn't care about Sun Zhe's identity or origins. Blood Slaves died here every day, and new ones always arrived to replace them. He simply assumed Sun Zhe was one of the newcomers. Seeing Sun Zhe sneaking around, he figured the man was just scared and trying to be a deserter.
"What are you still standing around for? Get over there!" the blue-faced man's face was a mask of impatience as he barked, seeing Sun Zhe frozen in place.
Sun Zhe groaned internally but had no choice but to meekly walk in the indicated direction.
