The official named Zhu Changwen, who had not been in his position long, was in a period when desire for profit clouded his judgment; their posts were rotated, not allowing one person to incessantly capitalize on the position — it was expected for the benefits to be shared.
"Hou Niao, Junior Brother Hou? I won't beat around the bush; you basically have two directions to consider; make up your own mind."
He took out a map and started sketching, "One direction is to be stationed at a fixed resource island, which belongs to the Quanzhen Sect, totaling twenty-three. If Junior Brother seeks tranquil cultivation, those islands are slightly less troublesome as everyone knows they are claimed.
Every year, cultivators apply to be transferred between islands, some wishing to venture out, others desiring peaceful cultivation. There's room for maneuvering within these requests."
Hou Niao did not rush to respond, "Thank you for the guidance, Senior Brother. What about the other direction?"