Zhao Xing saw that not only he, but also other officials emerged on the pavilion, waving to Zhuang Ziqing and Shi Yong and others.
"I have no idea what they want to say."
After stepping onto the second floor of the pavilion, Lu Bang and Zuo Zizhi led Zhao Xing to a secluded elegant room.
"Greetings, Mr. Zuo, Mr. Lu."
"Sit," Zuo Zizhi said, smiling broadly, "no need to be formal."
Zhao Xing cupped his hands and took a seat.
"I wonder what instructions you might have for me, sirs?"
Zuo Zizhi spoke, "No specific instructions, just some casual talk in private, to ask about your thoughts."
"The field of agriculture supervision can be divided into three main sects, each with countless spells. A person's energy is limited, so it's best to focus on mastering one, while studying two others as support."
"Additionally, as a Reserve Army Minister of Agriculture, the sect you specialize in is also related to your future roles in the military."
"Do you have any plans in mind?"