Those three silver needles merely isolated Zhou Yang's sense of pain, while he could still clearly perceive other sensations... Zhou Yang simply felt the sensation of Lin Feng tearing open the bandage on his wound, the cotton and cloth being peeled inch by inch from his flesh... It really made him feel nauseated!
This was an extremely unpleasant psychological sensation. Zhou Yang felt as if pieces of flesh were being gently pulled out by Lin Feng, though he knew that Lin Feng was not tearing away flesh, only the cotton and bandages stuck to the wound, yet it was still difficult for him to accept.
However, Zhou Yang was not an ordinary person. Despite this discomfort, it was not enough to knock him down. He gritted his teeth and endured.
"Your wound... Hmph! Letting that old hag go earlier really was too easy on her!" Lin Feng looked at Zhou Yang's pierced wound, feeling very angry, furrowing his brows as he secretly cursed Master Ciyun.
