Han Tieshan stepped forward to take a closer look.
His eyes took in the scene.
The man in the painting was very young, with ordinary looks but an air of maturity that did not match his age. Han Tieshan felt a sense of familiarity with the man.
And Han Dong, holding the scroll, was stunned upon seeing the man's portrait.
The person in the painting - if it's not Jiang Feng, who else could it be?
Whether it's the demeanor or appearance, they were identical to Jiang Feng she once knew, without any difference.
Could it be that Jiang Feng is not dead?
He's become a cultivator, and killed the Second Prince?
"I seem to have seen him somewhere."
"I've remembered; wasn't he the Little Prison Chief you promoted?"
Han Tieshan thought carefully and suddenly exclaimed.
"Father, you've mistaken. This isn't Jiang Feng; he died in Zhenbei Prison, driven mad by the Heaven-Stealing Creation Insights, and the Court gave him a grand burial, buried on Black Iron Mountain."
