Ximen Ren feigned sleep while his demonic senses continued lingering throughout the camp, observing everyone.
Many mortal servants walked under the watchful eyes of the experts in black armor serving as the camp's guards.
Each of them possessed either Nascent Soul Realm cultivation or, at the very least, Core Formation Realm cultivation. One had to understand that a Nascent Soul cultivator was powerful enough to become the leader of a major sect in Jade Bamboo Province or serve as an elder in either Azure River Province or Vermilion Bird Province.
Yet here in this camp, they were merely guards, warriors, and cannon fodder.
He needed to be extremely careful and make sure none of the guards caught wind of what he was planning to do.
Then...
His demonic senses picked up that Song Wan had moved from the common room into the cultivation section of the tent.
