It was already dawn, but Wu Jinhai was still awake. When he glanced back, he could see a group of people sleeping soundly. There were no beds or mats, and there was only the cold ground beneath him. There were no pillows either, and they could only sit on the cold ground while leaning their exhausted bodies against the old wooden walls.
The place was far from comfortable for humans to sleep, but perhaps their tiredness was far greater than their worries about comfort. Therefore, those high-ranking people could still sleep in a place that was far from comfortable.
Those people were from the East Faction and were Fu Zhan's hostages before Wu Jinhai and Yu Ming came to rescue them. Of course, they were used to living in luxury, but this time they were forced to accept everything Wu Jinhai gave them.
