Prison Tower.
Watchtower.
Whenever Zhou Yi felt troubled, he would come here to gaze at a distance, with half the Imperial City laid out before him.
He realized the infiniteness of heaven and earth, and discerned the definite numbers in abundance and scarcity.
Climbing high to look far, broadening his mind.
"Oh? Warden Liu is also here!"
As Zhou Yi ascended to the tower's peak, he saw Warden Liu, dressed in a teal official robe, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his face shaded with worry.
Warden Liu sighed, "These days, the situation in the Capital has been turbulent, unpredictable as the wind and clouds; troubled in mind, I came up here to enjoy the view."
"In a place like Divine Capital, which gathers the essence of Fengyang Country, there has never been peace."
