In front of the Town Hall in Pu Ban city, a series of simple and crude, straw-roofed prison cells stood in a straight line.
Compared to the old days, the surrounding areas of these prison cells now were much busier. Many clan governors, who had elegant and deliberate demeanors that differentiated them from ordinary civilians, and were all surrounded by guards, had been standing outside those prison cells and talking to people inside in low voices, and with badly darkened faces.
The looks of those people standing outside those prison cells were all utterly bitter. Their tightly knitted eyebrows clearly stated the great pressure that they had now been suffering from.