The river god in black carried a badly worn chair over from a distant corner of the hall, taking a glance at the incense boy peeking over the side of the censer after he sat down. He smiled and asked, "This is such a major matter, yet you didn't tell this little guy whom you live together with?"0

"Isn't everything still undecided? What is there to tell him?" the disheveled man replied without expression.0

The river god in black retrieved his folding fan and lightly tapped the armrest of his chair, saying with a smile, "The only difference is whether it's a big cause for celebration or a small cause for celebration. You seem quite calm about all of this."0

The disheveled man had been given the cold shoulder for several hundred years, never having the opportunity to receive a promotion. There was clearly a good reason for this, or else he should have been able to become the city god of a county city no matter what. Many of his old acquaintances were doing quite well now, so the incense boy in vermilion couldn't be blamed for sighing and lamenting all the time, sitting in a daze on the roof of the mountain lord temple when he had nothing to do and looking up at the sky hoping for good fortune to hit him on the head. 0

Still expressionless as before, the disheveled man replied indifferently, "In all these years, even the shit that I've eaten hasn't been warm, so should I care about the difference that a mere few days makes? Even I haven't said...1