"Getting impatient?" As soon as Long Xiao saw Zhao Xing, he knew why the other had come.
"If we don't leave soon, my family will be fed up." Zhao Xing said, "Who can stay reluctant to part for a whole month?"
He had already had several farewell meals with the Old Minister of Agriculture.
Zhao Xing was tired of saying goodbyes to his family.
Whether it was possible or not, they had to give him an answer. Waiting too long for the transfer wasn't a good thing.
If there was any problem with the Divine Might Army, preventing his transfer, Zhao Xing would have to prepare for the Military Minister of Agriculture Officer's examination.
There was a fixed examination time every year, mostly concentrated in spring. If he missed it, he'd have to wait another year.
Given Zhao Xing's situation, he felt that if he went to take the exam now, he could likely pass, just lacking an opportunity.