The atmosphere in Zhenbei Prison had also undergone an earth-shaking change.
There were rarely any negative incidents.
In a blink, three months passed.
The sixth year of Tianwu.
Early spring.
Dragon Capital was covered in heavy snow.
Jiang Feng, hand resting on the saber at his waist, led Uncle Huo and Prison Chief Wang as the three of them patrolled the perimeter of the prison. They circled all of Zhenbei Prison, leaving behind three sets of footprints in the more than ten centimeters of accumulated snow.
Ever since his promotion to Vice Commander, the situation in the south, which had started off stabilized, had now become increasingly severe.
The Rebel Faction and the Demon Sect had resurged, and their members had already entered the Jingzhou region.
The Blood Wolf Army reawakened half a month ago.
The Imperial City Sword Immortal had, just yesterday, departed Dragon Capital for Jingzhou.
With his rise in rank, Jiang Feng had learned more and more of the truth.
