The breeze blowing through the window carried a faint chill.
"Will I be able to go to Jiangnan next spring?"
"Yes." Zhou Chunfeng's voice was firm as iron.
Li Qingxian smiled happily, bade Zhou Chunfeng farewell, and returned to the Jia-Nine Office to continue leafing through the Fate Arts Master's notes. He searched for passages related to fate grounds and read them over and over, gradually gaining new insights.
Before long, someone knocked on the door.
"Section Chief Li, it's me, Old Fan."
Li Qingxian rose and saw Fan Xing, the Imperial Prison Bureau's jailer captain, standing in the doorway.
"Old Fan, come in and tell me what's brought you here."
Fan Xing glanced into the room. Only Li Qingxian and Yu Ping were there.
"We're all friends here," Li Qingxian added.
Fan Xing approached and said quietly, "Section Chief Li, do you remember buying a life in Cell Yi-Three not long ago?"
"I do. My first life purchase was in that cell."
"Some people were willing to sell their lives then, and some weren't. Just now, an old prisoner who refused back then came to me and said he was willing to sell his life, and that he had a good one. His conditions are that his family receive a large sum of money and his granddaughter be allowed to join the Night Guard."
Li Qingxian stood and glanced at Yu Ping. "Come on, let's take a look. If he really has a good fate star, getting someone into the Night Guard won't be difficult."
The three left the Jia-Nine Office. Li Qingxian asked, "Who is this old man?"
Fan Xing said, "His name is Zhou Furui. I mentioned him to you before. He was a goldsmith, once a famous one in the Divine Capital, and even made jewelry