Great Sun and Mie Ri Got Hauled into the Same Station

Turned himself in.

He changed into a blue prison uniform with white stripes.

A fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy walked expressionlessly through the cold prison, his nostrils full of the smell of disinfectant.

"Jiang Ding."

"Honestly accept the government's reform. When you get out, turn over a new leaf."

A plump prison guard said sternly, "At your age, you should have been sent to juvenile detention. I don't know why you ended up here, but learn a proper trade while you're inside. You'll be able to make a living with it after you get out, and it'll come in handy when you look for work."

A year had passed, and the buzz surrounding the Cultivator newspaper had long since faded.

Mortals did not live long enough to remember something so distant, much less such an obscure scientific academic paper.

A celebrity constantly appearing on the screen would be more memorable.

"Mm, I understand."

Jiang Ding gave him a sidelong glance and walked into his individual cell on his own.

"Ah..."

Behind him, the plump prison guard sighed and shook his head, thinking that this was another troubled youth beyond saving.

Jiang Ding flicked his prison uniform aside and sat down cross-legged.

As a Golden Core Cultivator, he could survive without food.

But a prison was not a cultivation abode.

It was not as though one could commit a crime, come in to cultivate in seclusion for a while, and call it done. There was no such good deal.

Jiang Ding glanced at the prison schedule.

He had to get up at seven in the morning, eat breakfast, exercise for half an hour, then perform reform-through-labor from eight to twelve. From twelve to two was the lunch break, and from two to six, reform-through-labor continued.

From six to eight in the evening,