Soon after, Zhang Xiaoyu entered the prison inside Liangzhou City. This prison was partly built underground, gloomy and dark, filled with a putrid odor. Zhang Xiaoyu carried a lantern and walked all the way to the innermost cell, then used the lamp to shine into the darkness.
By the faint light, he saw a middle-aged man sitting inside, it was Zhou Huan. Although he had been imprisoned for several days and appeared somewhat disheveled, the authority he had cultivated over years of governmental service still lingered on his face.
Zhang Xiaoyu placed down the Copper Lamp, then respectfully bowed, addressing the man as "Sir". Inside, Zhou Huan lifted his eyelids, gave a self-deprecating smile, and hoarsely said: "Who are you? Zhou has lost his official status and is no longer deserving of being called 'Sir'."
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head, pressing it to the ground, and said:
