Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Every day, Jiang Feng shuttled back and forth between Zhenbei Prison and Willow Alley. His Fortune Points seemed to follow a certain pattern, rising by around ten each day. Though it was little, it was better than nothing. Besides, as long as he saw his Fortune Points increasing, no matter the amount, his heart would grow ever calmer, as if the danger had already passed and life was finally settling down.
Right now, he was leaving Uncle Huo's courtyard.
It was Uncle Huo's turn to host him tonight.
Uncle Huo earned little each month, had many children, and life was a bit tight. Tonight there was no liquor, only rice mixed with lard and a bowl of pickled vegetables. Even so, Jiang Feng found the meal especially tasty.
He patted his belly as he walked back toward his own courtyard.
"Phew!"
Suddenly, an invisible Power of Heaven and Earth began to shift.
Someone was treading on that power, sweeping past with a howl.
Jiang Feng looked up.
