Yelang Capital City Prison.
The Imperial Prison held only Yelang's most vicious and heinous criminals; one could say that almost no one who was thrown into the Imperial Prison ever came out alive.
No matter how illustrious your status once was, once you entered the Imperial Prison, even if you were a tiger, they could smooth every last hair on your body.
The cells of the Imperial Prison reeked, dark as pitch, with cockroaches and rats appearing from time to time.
In one of the cells, Lin Kong sat squatting cross-legged on the straw. His body was covered in wounds, the white prison clothes mixed with bloodstains and stuck to his skin. His face was haggard, his beard unkempt, with a strand of white hair hanging over his forehead.
In front of him was the meal the jailer had just brought.
According to Yelang's local mealtimes, morning had already passed but noon had not yet arrived; it was not mealtime at all.
