Having decided Yan Zi's position without consulting anyone, Xu Yi continued, "I've finished with my matters. Now it's your turn. Steward Fang, you go first. Just tell me what's most urgent."
"Brother Xu, you're running out of time. Three days ago, someone from the Civil Administration Department came to summon you and ask you to choose where you'll be posted. Otherwise, you'll be transferred to the provincial circuit as a roving official and have to wait for a suitable assignment. Who knows how long that might take?"
As Steward Fang finished speaking, everyone in the hall looked anxious. Clearly, this was what they were most concerned about.
It wasn't that they were making a mountain out of a molehill. Xu Yi simply had no idea how exalted his status was now.
"Touch a star and you become noble; all else is dust." It wasn't just a catchy saying, but a hard-won summary of experience.
Take Steward Fang, for instance. Even after Xu Yi had won every challenge match and made a name for himself in Huaixi, and Steward Fang had helped rig the betting pools to earn a fortune, he still hadn't considered pledging himself to Xu Yi. He'd grown close to Xu Yi, but his thoughts had remained fixed on currying favor with the eminent expert Xu Yi was pretending to be.
Only after Xu Yi had topped the imperial examination and become a Second-rank Star Official did Steward Fang suddenly grow anxious. He had rushed to Cold Sun Peak at the first opportunity.
But Xu Yi had disappeared as soon as he left, leaving Steward Fang beside himself with worry.
A Second-rank Star Official represented immense resources in his own right. Even with just a pair of wings, he could soar a thousand miles.
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