Inside the tavern.
Jiang Feng and Uncle Huo reminisced about their days as Little Prison Guards on the first floor, when work was hectic every day, delivering meals to thirty prison cells, and often helping clean up too.
But life was relatively calm and stable back then.
The Fortune Points they could earn weren't as many as on the third floor, but it was much safer.
Now, after moving to the third floor and becoming a Little Prison Chief, Jiang Feng's Fortune Points skyrocketed and his strength grew ever stronger, yet danger also multiplied. He couldn't help but wonder: as a Longevity Practitioner, is it right to keep placing himself in peril for so long?
But in this Immortal Martial Realm, where the weak are prey to the strong—
Without mighty strength, how could one even speak of immortality?
"Uncle Huo, here's to you."
