Imperial censor (Part 1)
Voume #2
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Bright sunlight illuminated the great capital of the Dynasty. The townspeople were waking up and going to work, while officials were still sleeping despite the warmth of the sun shining on their fat butts.
"Finally..." a tired sigh was heard.
This was the Phoenix Pavilion, the personal quarters of Xie Qing. He was sitting on the bed in the lotus position and looked very tired as if he hadn't slept for a month.
For two days, he had been diligently cultivating and it had paid off. He had broken through to the fourth stage of the Nascent Soul.
Once again, breaking cultivation records, the young man was still unhappy, as the feeling of slowing down in cultivation was still a burden on his heart.
"Haha. Anyone would strangle me to death if they knew I was unhappy with my slow progress," thought Xie Qing and smiled, finally shaking off his gloomy mood: "Maybe I am in too much of a hurry. After all, I'm not alone."