Yang Qing slowed his speed as he reached the compound grounds of the Black Medallion Tower.
Even though it was the dead of night, the area was a swarm of activity. Cultivators came and went, while the overworked staff of the Order shuffled about—some ending their shifts, others just starting, and some taking a brief break or returning from one.
The surrounding businesses were just as vibrant. Yang Qing's eyes inadvertently drifted toward the Thousand Flavors Restaurant as he realized it had been quite a while since his last visit.
He couldn't help but sigh. It couldn't be helped; he had been swamped over the past few months, leaving him barely enough time to walk freely.
He smiled bitterly at the irony of the situation. He had thought becoming a Palace Court judge would reduce his caseload and work hours, yet it seemed he had even more to do than he did in the core courts. And the biggest irony of all was that he hadn't even been forced into it.
