"Sister Dong, Uncle Huo, are you alright?"
Jiang Feng thought of Han Dong and Uncle Huo.
"I'll go check on Willow Alley, just don't go near the prison."
Jiang Feng was still worried about Uncle Huo.
When the man in the black robe led the remnants of the Demon Sect rebels into the city, he descended from the mountain and silently entered the capital city.
Having lived in the Dragon Capital for several years, Jiang Feng was now very familiar with its terrain and geography. He avoided the crowd and took a detour to reach Willow Alley.
"Old Huo, what's happening outside? The sounds are terrifying."
"Wife, hold on to me, as long as I'm here, our family will be safe."
Aunt Huo, holding the child, curled up on the bed.
Uncle Huo swallowed a mouthful of yellow rice wine, put on the Prison Chief's uniform, drew his close-fitted blade, and stood guard by the bed.
This afternoon, Bao Longwei ordered everyone in the prison to take a leave and go home.
