"Senior Brother, I'm starting to regret coming back so early."
This was the third time Jiang Sheng had said it to Lingwei.
Lingwei met his complaint with a smile. "Now that you're back, you should shoulder your responsibilities. Stop grumbling and get to work."
The Judicial Heavenly Monarch of the Heavenly Court, a figure in the Eastern Heaven Daoist Sect whose standing rivaled a Purple Edict, had returned to the sect only to work like a lowly clerk under his senior brother.
In the main hall of Tianshu Peak, Jiang Sheng bent over his desk, writing furiously. He did more work in a day than he had done in a month at the Heavenly Court.
At the Heavenly Court, Tian Ming'an and Qiu Buyu handled his daily affairs. When they were away, he had his two incarnations, True Lord Rihui and True Lord Yuehui. And when those incarnations were out, his fine disciple Shen Yao was there.
Besides, the Judicial Heavenly Lord Mansion rarely had major matters that required his attention. The five offices could manage their own affairs, and delegating authority had made Jiang Sheng's life easy.
Now, though, Jiang Sheng had no disciples or incarnations at his side to do the work for him. Worse, his eldest senior brother was watching him. He was truly getting a taste of how exhausting it was to be the sect master.
"Why do you think that rascal Ling Zhao is hiding in the Sun Palace instead of coming back?"
Lingwei smiled and leisurely sipped the immortal tea Jiang Sheng had brought back.
Usually, Jiang Sheng was the one sipping tea at his leisure while others worked. Now he was the one toiling under someone else's watchful eye. The wheel had turned.
Fortunately, it lasted only three days. Then Ling Qiu's voice,