Zhang Chen glanced at Zhou Biao with surprise. He had not expected the other man's arrangements to be so thorough, but he did not refuse and merely nodded. "Cultivate diligently. If you encounter any difficulties on the Cultivation Path, come find me."
Wang Biao was, after all, the chief guard of a prison in Magic City. He had enough connections. As long as he wanted to, clearing his own name and making arrangements would not be difficult for Wang Biao.
Wang Biao took out another small cloth bundle from his chest and handed it to Zhang Chen. "These are some food coupons. Please accept them."
Zhang Chen nodded without refusing. After taking the bundle, he casually tucked it into his chest. "When can I leave prison?"
"Tomorrow morning. I will personally escort you out," Wang Biao said respectfully.
Zhang Chen nodded and asked no more questions. Instead, he discussed martial arts with Wang Biao. After they spoke for two hours, Wang Biao stood to one side watching Zhang Chen, hesitation written in his eyes.
"What is it you want to say?" Zhang Chen was no ordinary person; naturally, he could see that Wang Biao was harboring doubts.
"You were arrested for promoting feudal superstition. Is that feudal superstition truly mere superstition, or is there really something to it?" Wang Biao asked.
Had he not encountered someone like Zhang Chen, he would never have believed that Supernatural Power truly existed in this world.
Martial Artists were powerful, certainly, but they were still within the bounds of humanity. Yet in Wang Biao's understanding, Zhang Chen could no longer be considered human.
"Of course it exists. It is simply difficult to encounter now because the environment of heaven and earth has changed." As Zhang Chen spoke, his body twisted and turned into a