Zhou Yuan left the golden palace hall and saw Yi Qiushui and Yi Yan anxiously waiting outside. The two immediately darted over.

“Zhou Yuan, what happened? Is Lady Chi Jing really going to let you become the deputy pavilion master of the Wind Pavilion?” Yi Qiushui asked hurriedly when she saw Zhou Yuan come out.

Yi Yan caressed his beard and stubbornly didn’t show too much eagerness, but his eyes fixed on Zhou Yuan’s were enough to show how restless he was. 

“Lady Chi Jing has already said it, so how can she take it back?” Zhou Yuan laughed.

Yi Qiushui’s eyes went wide. “Then you really will become a deputy pavilion master of the Wind Pavilion?”

She found this hard to believe. In the Tianyuan Region, the position of deputy pavilion master of Wind Pavilion was more important than the Prefecture Lord of Xiaoxuan Prefecture. And when Zhou Yuan really becomes the pavilion master, his status would be equivalent to her grandfather, who was an elder...