Three-Five-Seven: Zhi Chen.
She knocked out two more guards, acquired the key, and headed towards Cell Number 357.
The passageway was eerie, the two rows of low prison cells housed petty criminals, and at the northern end was the inner prison reserved for death row inmates.
Monk Zhi Chen was detained in the deepest part of the inner prison.
Out of fear, Ye Zhi quickened her pace, holding the torch as she hastily checked the cell numbers, swiftly using Qinggong to pass through.
One could say Ye Zhi was brave, but in this eerie prison, her round, beautiful eyes were filled with fear, her face tense, ready to snap at any sudden surprise.
One could also say she was timid, yet she dared to venture alone into the unknown prison.
Just as she was on the verge of screaming in fear!
The number 357 cell in the inner prison appeared particularly sacred under the torchlight.
Thank heavens!
