Heavenly Prison.
Dingy and damp, sinister and rancid.
From time to time, the screams of the prisoners could be heard, mixed with the wild and unrestrained laughter of the jailers.
Zhou Yi with hands clasped behind his back, strolled around the cells, watching the colonel interrogate the prisoners, and observing the clerks compiling their charges, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"I had this feeling before, and now it's even stronger. What's going on?"
As a Martial Arts Grandmaster with Innate True Qi and profound martial arts cultivation, Zhou Yi was highly sensitive to danger. A sudden impulse or sudden alertness must be out of the ordinary.
Zhou Yi stood outside the cell and pondered, glancing at a prisoner covered in wounds.
The man looked vaguely familiar as if he was a graduate of the imperial examinations from the fourth year of the Tian Shun era, highly regarded by Tang Mingyuan.
