Deep into the night, with all around silent, the enormous military camp was guarded layer upon layer, each ring tighter than the last. After reaching its peak, the defenses began loosening ring by ring, and in the innermost area, gaps had actually appeared.
Every soldier in the camp knew that the Dragon King had once been an assassin. He only had to lift his nose and sniff to detect an assassin's trail, so there was no need for anyone to protect him.
Of course, that impression was exaggerated. Gu Shenwei needed help too. In fact, he had always felt short-handed. Old Man Mu and the others had all been sent to Jade City, leaving only Nie Zeng and Tie Linglong available. Whenever he assigned tasks, he inevitably found himself stretched thin.
For a highly skilled assassin, slipping past those two young juniors was as easy as turning over a hand.
Green Face Qian Ying approached the Dragon King's tent three times in succession, each time drawing closer. When the two youths changed shifts, she watched from not far away, even able to catch the rhythm of their breathing.
But she did not find the Dragon King. The tent appeared completely normal; it seemed as though someone was inside, yet also as though no one was. This left her wavering in indecision, unable to set her mind at ease.
At last, Qian Ying decided to take the risk.
Nie Zeng was also hidden in the darkness, changing positions roughly once every two quarters of an hour. Qian Ying waited in silence until nearly the fourth watch. Only when Nie Zeng was far enough away did she creep to the tent, slash a horizontal opening along the bottom, and quietly slip inside.
The opening was so small it seemed unable to admit