The next day.
After breakfast, Chi Yu bid Second Aunt farewell and headed to Four Directions City once more.
After all, it was Lu Bing's kind intention. There was no harm in going to take a look, but he had no desire to become a yamen runner.
At the Prefectural Office in Four Directions City, a long line had formed, bustling with activity.
Everyone displayed their own special talents.
Chi Yu strolled over at an unhurried pace.
There, Lu Bing stood anxiously at the entrance, looking around in every direction.
The moment he spotted Chi Yu, Lu Bing hurried over.
"Hey, Yang Yi, you took far too long! Come with me, the Prefect is waiting for you!"
Without another word, Lu Bing grabbed Chi Yu and led him inside, very obviously taking the back entrance.
Chi Yu's bright yellow Daoist robe was particularly eye-catching and drew countless gazes.
However, everyone assumed he was a Daoist invited by the Prefect, so they gave it no further thought.
Before long, the two arrived at the inner hall.
A middle-aged man in official robes sat above them, sipping clear tea.
"Greetings, Prefect!"
"Mm."
"Is this the Yang Yi you mentioned?" The middle-aged man looked toward Chi Yu.
"Yes, this is Yang Yi."
"He certainly looks sturdy, but why is he dressed as a Daoist? Is he from the Daoist Sect?"
"Yang Yi, sir is asking you a question." Seeing Chi Yu remain silent, Lu Bing reminded him.
Chi Yu shook his head with a smile and stepped forward to cup his hands.
"Thank you for thinking so highly of me, sir. As you can see, I have already entered the Daoist Sect. My aspirations do not lie in the trivial affairs of the mortal world."
Chi Yu stated his refusal plainly, leaving Lu