The Yellow Earth Plain was desolate beyond compare, with nothing but eighty-eight dilapidated courts for any form of amusement.
"He is the Outer Prison Master of the eighty-eight courts, Zhang Tianfeng!"
At that moment, Lei Tianhu pointed to a man in his early thirties who was within the nearby crowd.
Xiao Zheng looked in that direction.
He saw the man sitting cross-legged on a large rock, his eyes closed, leisurely rejuvenating himself, with no one daring to come within half a meter of him.
The man's frail figure contained an extremely terrifying power, his long hair, like weeds, fluttered in the wind, making him seem no different from a dispirited man in his thirties.
People from the other courts were all enjoying their own activities.
But the vast majority of them were secretly scouting for any loopholes in the watchtower, ready to escape at all costs if they found one.
Even living freely outside for just one day would be enough.
