Bai Ziling looked at the telegram in her hand, her eyes brimming with delight. "Wang Gong's reinstatement has been confirmed. Before long, we'll be able to leave the Northlands and embrace a new life."
"The Northlands are actually quite nice. There's nothing bad about them." Zhang Chen smiled. He did not feel that melancholy of "everywhere the eye fell was the past." All his old friends were still here; he merely missed the Northlands and had wanted to come back for a look.
"Brother Zhang, when you make it big in the future, don't forget me! These past few days, I'd originally been thinking of arranging a sentence reduction for you. But then I thought it should properly be Wang Gong's doing. If I did it, it would be somewhat overstepping my bounds, so I temporarily gave up on it." Captain Liu looked at Zhang Chen with a thoroughly ingratiating expression, without a trace of the imposing air he showed the other prisoners.
Zhang Chen glanced at Captain Liu, but did not look down on him. Everyone was currying favor and climbing upward merely to make a living. What reason did he have to laugh at him?
"Rest assured. We're brothers, and brothers should look after each other." Zhang Chen put an arm around his shoulders and spoke with a smile.
Capital
Inside the Six Doors headquarters
At this moment, countless senior officials of the Six Doors had gathered, along with innumerable Martial Dao experts from the capital. They stood in the hall, their gazes blazing as they watched the man standing at the very center, surrounded by stars paying homage to the moon.
"Come, shoot me!" Wang Biao beckoned to the dozen or so Six Doors constables not far away.
The lead constable wore a grave expression. "Master Wang,