Back in Jincheng, their Yamen Constable Squad had numbered six, including Jiang Nanying, Yu Xinglie, and Ma Rujun. But times had changed, and now only the three of them could still come together. In all honesty, that was already a very high proportion.
No small circle of cultivators had such a high rate of success. His Fellow Hometown Group from back then, for instance, had produced no one who made it out besides him. That was the normal state of the cultivation world.
Meeting in Jade Capital was no surprise either. Decades had passed, and as they grew, this day was bound to come. They could not avoid Jade Capital, Mountain Gate's home base. Like the Chu Sect's mountain headquarters, it was home to its wandering sons.
Zong Qian was still a Perceiving the Divine Realm Investigator, at the very bottom of the Minister of Justice Prefecture, while Hou Niao had already climbed to Sword-Wielding Accompanying Rong. All he lacked now was seniority, and he could just about look after his younger brother and keep others from bullying him.
That was one good thing about the cultivators' prefecture system: there was no need to sit in an office. The convenience of Divine Sense solved communication problems within a certain range, allowing them to wander about freely during working hours.
The two wandered all the way to the Minister of Works Prefecture. In Jade Capital City, the three prefectures occupied different directions, forming an equilateral triangle. They were neither close nor distant.
The Minister of War Prefecture cursed the Minister of Works Prefecture for stirring up trouble; the Minister of Works Prefecture blamed the Minister of Justice Prefecture for tattling; the Minister of Justice Prefecture accused the Minister of War Prefecture of colluding with foreign powers. Through all this mutual snapping