Xu Yi said, "Brother Lu, knowing what I have in mind is enough for me. Also, I want to go into seclusion and cultivate hard. I'm afraid it wouldn't be convenient for me to keep my official post as a Minor Wind Observer. Could you find a way to have it taken off my hands?"
Xu Yi had already made fairly detailed plans for his future.
Joining the Eight Great Immortal Sects and obtaining the Point Origin Secret Method was a necessary step.
As for whether to use Wang Qianqiu's identity or re-enter with the Black Origin Bead he had obtained, Xu Yi was still undecided.
But once he joined the Eight Great Immortal Sects, he would probably have to give up this official status anyway, so he might as well shed it now.
Lord Lu was taken aback. "Brother Xu, what do you mean? Do you think the post is too low-ranking?"
"Not at all," Xu Yi said. "The truth is, I plan to enter closed-door cultivation. I may not be able to attend to official duties for years. If I keep wearing this official uniform, I'm afraid I'll cause you a great deal of trouble."
At that moment, Lord Lu's good opinion of Xu Yi soared. With the precious White Origin Bead in hand, he suddenly found Xu Yi not so hateful after all. Putting himself in Xu Yi's shoes and imagining the brutal ordeals he had endured, Lord Lu could see that making things difficult for him had been unavoidable.
Thinking it over, Lord Lu was entirely at ease. He then reconsidered: Xu Yi was astonishingly powerful, knew when to advance and when to retreat, and would make a formidable ally—whether as a subordinate or a member of his faction.
Lord Lu had no intention of letting