That night.
An evening breeze rustled by. The Painted Boats were adorned with colorful lanterns, yet they lacked their usual extravagance.
This was the sixth day that Heaven on Earth had been closed for business.
Many tourists arrived in high spirits, only to leave in disappointment.
News of Master Zheng of the Zheng Family's imprisonment had already spread like wildfire, and even the common folk on the streets were repeating all sorts of rumors.
But for some reason, most of the Zheng Family's businesses were still operating as usual, showing no signs that the Zheng Clan's assets were about to be seized.
Zheng Xiu, under the cover of darkness, furtively summoned his Evil Child Incarnation.
He pried open the wrought steel bars with all his might, then bent them back into place.
He leaped from the tall building, switching to his Ah Piao form mid-fall to land.
