Xu Yi had never imagined that Zhang Wenfeng would suddenly say such a thing.
Although the Sishui River God held a minor position, with only a jade seal issued by the City God's Mansion and no Yin Official Seal bestowed by the Emperor Lord, it was still an office with both rank and authority.
The great Aristocratic Clans and sects had no idea how much effort they would have to expend to secure a substantive position as a river god—and even then, they might not succeed.
Yet Zhang Wenfeng wanted to transfer the position to him. Even Xu Yi, who had always found it hard to trust people, felt a warmth rise in his heart.
He had helped Zhang Wenfeng not out of some desire to play the good Samaritan, but because he had accepted the benefit of the Incense Bead and was duty-bound to help him through his troubles.
By rights, Zhang Wenfeng had already paid him. There was no need to give him such a generous gift on top of that.
Just as Xu Yi's mind reeled, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly sent him a thought. "Brother Xu, don't read too much into it. I'm simply not up to the task of holding this office. Pan Feng and the others may be serving their sentences, but Pan Wen is still around. I can dodge him for a while, but not forever. I've long since decided to resign. Better to give this position to you than let that lot take it. At least then our friendship won't have been in vain."
Xu Yi was about to send a thought in reply when Dian Junming said, "Zhang Wenfeng would cast aside his office like worn-out shoes. It moves me. Your son-in-law hasn't reached the Dao Integration Stage yet, has he? I'm afraid