Jing Li met Zhongxuan Sheng at night.
That massive figure, like a small mountain, slowly moved forward... carrying the aura of those devils from Buddhist scripture stories.
He stood before the prison cell, blocking half of the bars just by standing there.
Anyone who didn't know better might've thought the cell had been given a new wall.
Stone walls replaced by a wall of flesh.
Of course, Jing Li recognized this fat man.
Back then, outside Green Sheep Town, if not for giving face to his little junior disciple, he'd have thrown a sack over this guy, given him a good beating, and turned that fat face into a pig's head.
Now, time had moved on—the anger had long dissipated, but he still couldn't find it in himself to like this person.