"Ah? S-Sir, you broke through?"
Jiang Feng was taken aback, then exclaimed in delight.
Han Dong looked at Jiang Feng for a while, then stretched out her right hand; her slender palm instantly flushed red, as if waves of heat surged from the center, instantly refining the snowflakes that landed there.
"Congratulations, sir! Many congratulations!"
Jiang Feng said hurriedly.
An Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist can gather Qi and Blood Power to the body's surface—Han Dong was undoubtedly now an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist.
"I was fortunate to break through at noon. Right now, you're the only one in Zhenbei Prison who knows."
Han Dong put her hand down; the blood-red color on her palm faded instantly.
"I absolutely will not mention this to anyone."
Jiang Feng replied.
"No need. Tomorrow I'll personally report to Lord Director of the Prison."
Han Dong continued walking forward.
