Sewing Peak bordered a water vein, and the heavy yin energy made it brutally cold in the winter—far more so than the other peaks.
Zhou Can pulled the Servant's Black Robe he'd worn for many years tighter around him. He sat ramrod straight in a Grandmaster's Chair on the second floor of the Laundry Room, his eyes sweeping across the floor, watching the Mortal Servants at work.
He had come before daybreak.
As usual, he was the first to enter the workshop.
Everyone on Sewing Peak knew that Zhou Zhiyi of the Laundry Room was the most diligent. He was more punctual than the Mortal Servants rushing to draw their work lots, showing up to supervise personally every day, rain or shine.
In truth, these tasks were handled by the Inspectors under him; there was no need for Zhou Can to trouble himself.
For the Servants of the four Outer Peaks, showing up seven or eight times a month was considered frequent.
