Distraught man by the lake

"I've already completed 500 evaluations and now I'm left with only 900 more...Old Lei, you're really insidious with your means," Yang Qing chuckled bitterly as he took a swig of spring water rice wine.

It was close to 2 am in the morning, the moon was still out, the breeze was bone chilling and the scene was foggy.

The night had a sense of loneliness to it which seemed to magnify his current mood as an overworked worker of a black-hearted organization whose unforgiving hours leave him a broken solace.

Other cultivators were probably exchanging a few laughs over a hot pot and a cup of wine while he was in the skies moving from place to place, doing evaluations nonstop.