Another half month passed.
Early one morning, during roll call, Zhou Kang announced a temporary reassignment.
"Xu Qian, Zhang Meng, starting today, you two will be temporarily transferred to the Ice Prison to assist with the duty shifts. The assignment will last one month."
The Guard Room fell silent.
Several veteran guards looked at Xu Qian and Zhang Meng with sympathy.
The Ice Prison—it was the most unusual place on the Heavenly Prison's third underground level. They said it was frozen all year round, its cold biting to the bone. Those held there were either serious criminals who cultivated cold-type techniques or demonic cultivators who needed to be suppressed in a special environment.
A duty shift there was no cushy job.
Zhang Meng's face turned green. "Captain Zhou, this... wasn't the Ice Prison always handled by the brothers in the Ice Unit? Why are you suddenly transferring us there?"
Zhou Kang's expression didn't change. "The Ice Unit is short-handed, so the higher-ups are temporarily assigning people. What, do you have a problem with that?"
"N-no, of course not..." Zhang Meng hurriedly shook his head, muttering under his breath, "I just heard it's cold enough to freeze a man into an icicle..."
Xu Qian remained calm, but inwardly he was on guard. The reassignment had come so suddenly, and he and Zhang Meng had been singled out. Was this just routine rotation at the Heavenly Prison, or... was there something more to it?
"All right, stop dawdling." Zhou Kang waved them off. "Pack your things and report to the Ice Prison in half an hour. The guards there will arrange everything."
After everyone had dispersed, Zhou Kang called Xu Qian over.
"Xu Qian, be careful over there at the Ice Prison." Zhou Kang lowered his voice. "It's not like Block C.