Three days later.
In the duty room of South City Prison, Yi Yang sat cross-legged. As he cultivated, the qi within him slowly advanced through the gaps between his skin, muscles, and bones, reshaping his flesh.
His progress in the Horizontal Refinement Martial Extremity Body had reached 2,860. He could have broken through long ago, but over the past few days, he had diverted some of his attention to the movement technique Treading Water to Cross the River, slowing his progress slightly.
Even so, he needed only a little over a hundred more points to officially reach the threshold of Minor Accomplishment in this art.
That was the confidence his "sixtyfold" talent gave him.
Just as Yi Yang was cultivating, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.
Hearing the sound, Yi Yang opened his eyes, drew the Inner Energy in his body back into his qi sea, then rose and straightened his official uniform before opening the door.
He recognized the aura emanating from the figure outside. It belonged to the director's personal guard from the Heaven Patrol Office, whom he had met last time.
When he opened the door, the director's personal guard said respectfully, "Commander Yi, the director requests your presence."
Learning why the man had come, Yi Yang nodded and followed him out of the prison.
The smell of blood on the streets had long since dispersed. Every shop was open. People carrying shoulder poles, hawking wares, or squatting beside walls cracking sunflower seeds were all going about their business.
As the two passed, pedestrians recognized Yi Yang's and the guard's official uniforms and stepped aside to make way. Some even cupped their hands in greeting.
*Half a year ago, I walked this road too. Back then, I didn't have this standing, and naturally, I didn't receive