Stepping out of the prison, Zhou Xueli saw the glaring sunlight above and squinted slightly, exhaling a breath tinged with turbidity.
The scenes from the jail had left him somewhat uncomfortable, and the atmosphere within it was even more oppressive. Once before, and now again, would he have to return to such a place to retrieve someone in the future?
Zhou Xueli pursed his lips. Wufu was right; the elder branch was good for nothing, and he had grown up too—it was time for him to stand tall.
He steadied his spirit and strode toward Wufu's home. He had promised her, not for anything else, but for the sake of the next generation.
Leaving Wufu's home, Zhou Xueli had two additional silver notes tucked inside his bosom, their thin paper hot as coal, scalding and penetrating deep into his heart.
"Hmph!"
