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Crow-mouthed fellows of the Luofu often speak this; if you go to the Exalting Sanctum, up in Synwood Pavilion and sit in the small plaza nearby, you’ll hear all types of rumors.
Especially about the current Arbiter-General, the unfortunate-topic-of-the-month for the fifth time, Jing Yuan.
Many natives claim he sleeps at the Seat of the Divine Foresight, still in his uniform, head bashed on the desk, papers stacking into towers. Others, from the realm-keeping commission, speak of his horrid habit of passing days without shutting his eyes, even to the point some (and with witnesses, you’ll hear) said he seemed to be breaching into mara-stricken symptoms early. Of the way he barely takes care of his hair –going to extremes as of cutting it to his shoulders, a day many in the alliance mourned– or the hanging eye bags that darken everyday.
Those are all rumors, of course; the general isn’t near the age for mara sickness. Even cloud knights in the Seat of the Divine Foresight have seen him acknowledge this as ways the immortal entertain themselves , and he doesn't even deny them.
He’ll drag his body, just as people say, out of the Seat of the Divine Foresight, and walk home.