After some conversation, Mu Lin and Li Hao made their way past the plaza and entered the living quarters to the rear. There were some mundanes here—not martial masters or supernaturals, just regular people in charge of support, cleaning, and other tasks. There were people who cooked and washed clothes. Martial masters were a busy bunch and didn’t have time for these chores. If they were tasked with living quarter upkeep, the place would soon stink like a pig sty.5

Li Hao was never in a poor state since he always changed into a new uniform whenever his clothes were dirty. The Night Watchers had their own changing rooms and plenty of fresh uniforms to choose from. The young man was in the habit of randomly choosing one off the rack.6

There was also personnel at the Inspectorate’s family accommodations unit in charge of handling these affairs. The Silver Moon Guards had a fair number of minor buildings requiring upkeep. They weren’t tall, most of them topping out at three floors.0

“There are one hundred of these small buildings,” Mu Lin introduced. “With six rooms on each floor, each building holds a capacity of eighteen. We can house eighteen hundred martial masters at most in a building. The rooms...7