Nearly two months passed, yet Origin Xia showed almost no movement. At the dock platforms established within Celestial Xia's domain, the cultivator temporarily assigned as resident envoy had still not seen anyone come to replace him. He spent every day in a state of dread, terrified that his life might suddenly be taken one day.
He strongly suspected that the person meant to replace him was perhaps waiting for him to die before taking up the post.
He was deeply resentful about this. Even if they did not come now, would they not have to come eventually? Was it not merely a matter of sooner or later? Yet they had needlessly dragged another person into the mire. What was the point?
Just as he was consumed by anxiety, news finally arrived: that resident envoy would soon be arriving, and he was to prepare for the handover.
Upon hearing this, he waited anxiously for two days. At last, the resident envoy sent to replace him arrived. The moment he saw the envoy, a feeling of release finally rose within him.
After explaining all the matters at hand to the other man, he was preparing to leave when the resident envoy called out to him. "Fellow Daoist, wait a moment before you return."
The cultivator immediately sensed trouble. "Is there something else? I have only been here for two months and truly know little. I have already explained everything I can; as for the rest, I do not understand it either."
Yet the resident envoy said, "To have sorted out these matters so clearly and methodically in merely two months shows that you are a capable man."
The cultivator panicked. Was doing his job well wrong too? He forced a smile. "True Person, you flatter me. What do my shallow abilities amount