The Prison was still the same familiar Prison—gloomy and dim, the air filled with the foul stench of mold and decay.
The death row section was the same as always. Most of the cells were empty, with only a few holding prisoners. These inmates were dressed in rags, covered in wounds, and huddled shivering in the corners of their cells.
Chen Cheng walked forward slowly, his steps light so as not to disturb the prisoners. He arrived at the cell that had once held Master Xiu Chen, only to find it completely empty. There wasn't a soul in sight.
Chen Cheng frowned and checked each cell carefully, but he still couldn't find Master Xiu Chen.
'Could Master Xiu Chen have been executed after the autumn assizes?' Realizing this was a possibility, Chen Cheng gave a slight shake of his head.
He hadn't come looking for Master Xiu Chen to settle an old score or to make him suffer. He simply wanted to see him, like visiting an old friend, and exchange a few words.
