After drowning himself in the illustrious dream of walking sagely around his satisfyingly empty courtroom, without a single case in sight, Yang Qing pulled his mind back to reality to savor his present tangible benefits.
The fourth stage of the palace realm. With this level of strength, he was qualified to start a sect that would instantly gain respectable status despite its youth, solely due to his realm. Of course, the mortality rate for such a sect would still be high, no different from that of a rank four or rank five sect, but at least when his sect was destroyed, it would go out with a bang, leaving faint shockwaves across the continent at its disappearance.
He was now a strong ant, finally worthy of showing his face above the earth.
