Once, a prestigious eighth-rank official position—Hall Master and Vice Pavilion Master of the Punishment Hall—was laid before Wu Wang. He didn't cherish it. And once he had lost it, Wu Wang only... didn't regret it much.
The higher the position, the more duties to attend to; wasn't being a fifth-rank official the same, with an equal salary?
Thinking so optimistically, the Young Master lightly waved the folding fan in his hand as he followed behind two Fairy Immortals, arriving at an elegantly scenic "pavilion area."
Young Master Xue, Xue Kailong, also followed behind.
It wasn't that he wanted to feel slighted. It was simply because the two Fairy Immortals were responsible for settling them both. Each Fairy Immortal was supposed to guide one person, yet, by unspoken agreement, they both attended to Wu Wangzi instead.
When they reached a delicately decorated three-story pavilion...
