Lu Feng followed Feng Lang Ming to the Northern District of the Spirit Prison. Looking at the vast expanse of brand-new buildings in the distance, he smiled from the heart.
Back when he had left, this land had still been barren wilderness, and the Spirit Prison had possessed only three districts.
Now, this place had been developed into the Spirit Prison's fourth district. It must have been because the Spirit Prison had increased the number of prison disciples it recruited each year, giving more prison disciples a path to study.
Lu Feng felt genuinely happy about this.
If poor cultivators across the world could have a proper place to cultivate, then every ounce of effort expended by each generation before them had been worthwhile.
Che Hui Qiang, Jia Zhangyuan, and Lv Jian followed behind Feng Lang Ming as well, whispering among themselves, sly, wicked smiles curling at their lips.
The many young prison disciples they had brought were not sent off to settle in at once. At Che Hui Qiang's signal, they all remained behind.
Under the lofty pretext that such an opportunity was rare, and that it would not be too late to settle them in after they had listened to their teaching and preaching.
The three of them knew that this would surely establish considerable prestige for them among these youths. In the future, whether themselves or these young people, they would surely hold positions within the Grand Prison system. This measure of prestige would inevitably provide no small amount of help and popular support for their advancement.
The three secretly schemed through Soul Consciousness, believing themselves exceedingly discreet, yet none of it escaped Lu Feng's perception.
Hearing their calculations to make him thoroughly lose face before several hundred new prison disciples, then trample upon his dignity as