The third-class Earl Feasting, with the elite selection from ten camps, was the enticing offer made by the Fierce Sun Army.
However, Zhao Xing didn't even hesitate and directly refused.
"I am indebted to the Divine Might Army. Lord Helian, please go back."
Helian Lie instantly understood Zhao Xing's determination. Without further persuasion, he stood up and left.
"How did it go?" a Ritual Repairer asked outside the Eighteen locust and willow courtyard.
Helian Lie slightly shook his head.
"He only said, 'I am indebted to the Divine Might Army.' He didn't even want to explain further. It's clearly a no-go."
The Ritual Repairer said, "You should've let me go in and talk."
Helian Lie shook his head again: "Impossible. A Ritual Repairer's tongue is as slick as oil, but this is about recruiting talent, not a battle between us and the enemy. How could the Minister of Agriculture Supervision allow you to go in?"