lt;lt;lt;Out of Pris

Soon, an old man imprisoned in the twelfth cell took notice of him and took him as his disciple.,Qin Feng's tears flowed uncontrollably. The old man disliked such scenes; he stopped the urge to meet again and, instead, prostrated himself once more, kowtowing three times.,Just then, a gruff voice from the cell near the door shattered the bittersweet mood of their parting.。