The same night, at the Draconic Penitentiary.
By now, after a few expansions, the System Prison which was used to imprison spirits of Extraordinaires had already turned into something spectacular.
It was a square cuboid, with three hundred meters length-wise and fifty meters in height.
There were two tall buildings within the cuboid.
One of it was called the Evil Suppression Tower. After being refurbished, it had ten floors in total with a capacity of twelve thousand people, of which 6322 were occupied.
The other building, the Ascension Tower, was empty and had never been used.
The work on the second floor of Fang Ning's Draconic Arcane Realm had just been completed. The third floor had yet to be completed, so its intended purpose as a net for the Ascension Tower was still unused.
In the prison officer's office, Anderson was questioning a thug-looking spirit.
"State your name."
"Wang Lei."
"Age?"
"Twenty four."