Jing Yuan does not see you because of the cloth on his eyes, but feels your presence. The man's breathing quickened as your cold fingertips made contact with his skin and slowly moved down his arms, legs and stomach, checking for any wounds that might be present.

The air in the cramped dungeon was stale and foggy, and the general's body was weak and sluggish. It's still difficult to be in the same position with your hands tied for a long time.

Huh, I think I'm in good hands now.