Zong Qian felt like laughing, but there was a touch of bitterness too. Wang Mian, who acted so carefree before others, as though everything was going swimmingly, actually lived like this behind closed doors in the Minister of Works Prefecture.
Much was clear just from what he saw here. He had always complained that he was merely a lowly investigator, while Wang Mian had already become a Sword Marshal, a rank higher, in the Minister of Works Prefecture. Who would have thought that looking impressive in public came at a price behind the scenes?
This was typical workplace bullying. It happened in the mortal world, and the cultivation world was no better.
In his own case, he had joined the Minister of Justice Prefecture at the Perceiving the Divine Realm as an investigator at the very bottom. His position matched his actual standing, so his circumstances were much better. Besides, the Minister of Justice Prefecture was full of sinister, ruthless people who upheld its way of doing things: either leave someone alone or, once you acted, finish them off. Thus, hardly anyone came looking for trouble with a bottom-rung investigator like him.
As for Hou Niao, he had joined after making a name for himself, with glorious achievements in battle to his credit, so he had little need to worry about excessive harassment.
Only someone like Wang Mian, both a newcomer and someone who had skipped straight over Wing Guard to become a Sword Marshal, drew this much attention. Most Sword Cultivators in the Minister of Works Prefecture had started as Wing Guards and worked their way up, accumulating merit step by step. He had therefore become the object of considerable envy.
Of course, it was only envy and a little resentment. For them, the best way to vent was