Yang Qing reappeared in his chambers, letting out an involuntary sigh as he looked around, his gaze falling particularly on the door behind his chair that led to the more private rooms attached to the chamber: the cultivation room, the library, the alchemy and artifact room, the ingredient storage, and a small training room for practicing his spells and techniques.
It dawned on him that he'd hardly set foot in a single one of them.
When he was in the Core Formation Courts, part of what had motivated him to improve quickly and move up the ranks to the Palace Courts was the thought of finally having unfiltered access to his own chambers. In the Core Courts, due to a few choice words from some of the higher-ups, owing to the passionate activism he'd been engaged in back then, upper management had rescinded all support to his private chambers. That meant the cost of keeping those chambers functional had to be borne by him alone.
