Prison Tower had seven floors, each different from the next.
Its architectural style was, of course, beautiful. It rose higher than every other building in the city, enough to display its singularity and majesty.
It had also stood at the heart of this city for many years.
Yet it still gave people a sense of distance and unease.
Standing here, one did not seem to belong here.
Those above watched people; those below lived their lives.
This meeting in the City of No Redemption was one neither Jiang Wang nor Xiao Shu had ever anticipated.
They had not expected to meet, yet meet they did.
When Xiao Shu sensed someone watching him and looked up, he saw a pair of tranquil eyes, a figure growing ever clearer, and the resilience carved by wind and frost.
He was by no means the flawless sort of beautiful man.
But he possessed a bearing all his own.
He sat there.
You could feel his youth, his vigorous vitality, his courage blazing like fierce fire.
You could also feel his certainty, his composure.
He had experienced too much and overcome too much, and so he could remain composed.
He had borne his burdens forward without ever looking back even once; that was why he was so certain. You knew he would keep walking onward. Other than life and death, no person and no matter could stop him.
Of course Xiao Shu would not forget this man!
Though they had crossed paths only once in the Mountain and Sea Realm.
But of all those who had participated in the Yellow River Assembly, who could forget a person like this, a face like this?
When prodigies gathered like clouds, he claimed the champion's name.
When the stars shone in splendor, he was the most dazzling of