In the days that followed, Mo Yun settled into a routine of shuttling between home and work.
A routine, he called it. In truth, he was a workhorse grinding through a nine-nine-six schedule.
Every morning, he got up before dawn to practice his punches, then joined the group morning training.
After training, he began his day of patrols, from the eastern sector of the Inner Court to the northern sector, from the western courtyard to the southern courtyard, from the Pill Room to the Forge Room, then on to the Spirit Herb Garden, over and over again.
At noon, he wolfed down a meal, then continued patrolling through the afternoon. At dusk, he handed over to the Manor Guards on night duty, then went to the administration office to sign his name and press his fingerprint. Only then was he finished.
His entire day was packed solid.
"I never imagined that the workhorse life I never experienced in my last life would start so early in this one..."
That evening, Mo Yun emerged from the administration office after signing out. Looking at the sunset clouds blazing red along the horizon, he could not help feeling wistful.
In his previous life, he had been a high school student. His studies had been demanding, but at least he had not needed to toil from before dawn until after dark every day.
Now, though, he got up before daylight and only finished work after nightfall. This was worse than his final year of high school.
Fortunately, he could practice martial arts every day, and his progress was visible to the naked eye.
With Qin Hu personally instructing him during morning training, his proficiency in the Tiger-Crouching Fist and Tiger-Crouching Stance shot upward.
Although he was still far from a breakthrough, the feeling of