Zuo Feng lay on his back in the center of the tent, with a young man sleeping on either side of him. He roughly estimated their strength; both were at the Second to Third Levels of the Bone Refining Stage, not much stronger than Zuo Feng himself.
Thanks to his modified body, unless someone with a higher Cultivation level came to check personally, it was hard to discern his level, otherwise, he might have been exposed already. Now, in the enemy camp, if he accidentally alerted anyone else, even if he eliminated the two beside him, it would be difficult to escape alive.
He slowly inserted his hand into his collar and gently felt along the hem until his fingertip touched a long needle, at which point he stopped. Using his middle and index fingers, he carefully pinched the end of the needle and slowly drew it out, a series of seemingly simple movements that actually took quite some time.
