"The list for the second batch of disciples heading north is out."
The disciples guarding the prison had nothing to do all day, so the slightest stir outside was enough to keep them talking for a while.
The war at the front was not going well.
The first batch of disciples sent north could no longer meet the demands of the war.
Sending a second batch north was inevitable!!
"Who's on it? Quick, let me see the list."
"Whoa, damn, he's on here too. He joined at the same time I did.
Who'd have thought his cultivation would already be this high? Then look at me.
Rotting and stinking away in here!"
Li Ping'an comforted his colleague. "Hey, don't say that. You have your strengths too."
"Oh? Such as?"
"...For example, your quality of sleep is much better than his."
His colleague: "..."
Old Zhou said, "It's none of our business anyway. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. We should eat, drink, and have our fun."
"Whose turn is it to get some air today?"
"I don't want to go."
"Why don't we just forget it?"
Li Ping'an volunteered, "I'll go."
Old Zhou nodded, very pleased with this newly arrived disciple.
Li Ping'an took the key and left.
Otherwise, he had nothing to do anyway. Cricket fighting and cards held no interest for him.
The only thing that might interest him a little was playing chess.
But these disciples guarding the prison had nothing to do all day and had already taken their study of chess to new heights.
Li Ping'an's chess skills were nowhere near enough to compete with theirs.
At the very top of the prison stood a Watchtower, offering a clear view of the situation outside.
According to the rules, disciples had