Yang Qing couldn't but sigh in exasperation as he languidly made his way to his abode.
"Why does time always seem to fly on the last day of your vacation.."
Drinking with Dai Chen flew by so fast and it was already just a few minutes to sunrise by the time he was headed to his abode. Officially his vacation was over. When it started he never thought it would end so fast. Thirty days felt like an eternity to him, but that eternity sort of transformed into an instant.
It seemed like it was just the other day he was touring around the continent atop the bluefin ferry and now he was about to resume his daily routine of being worked to the bone. He could feel his soul and bones start lamenting as they faintly crumbled under the overbearing pressure of what awaited him.