After traveling for a day in [Post Station Feng Bei], Zheng Xiu's Spirit was exhausted. He had barely stepped off the Path before he groggily fell asleep.
He had been staying up almost every night since his imprisonment, so it was rare for him to get a peaceful night's sleep.
A light snow fell during the night. With a brazier warming his cell, Zheng Xiu didn't stir, sleeping soundly until dawn.
In the early morning, a thick layer of frost coated the solid steel bars of his cell. The dawn light refracted through the ice crystals, casting a magnificent, seven-colored glow that added a touch of festive cheer to the frigid prison.
The cell door was suddenly pushed open. In truth, ever since Scarface Liu had become the Prison Director of Heaven-Gazing Prison, even the lock was just for show, hanging half-latched and never truly secured. Perhaps Scarface Liu was trying to create an opportunity for Zheng Xiu to escape, but a certain someone wasn't rising to the occasion.
