Deep in the night, at the Great Hall of Earl Chengyi's mansion.
"So you're saying, not only are you at the third house level in terms of cultivation, but you've also been promoted to Fumo Youjiao?"
Earl Chengyi, Li Chengji, exchanged a glance with his eldest son. Both of their eyes flashed a hint of surprise: "You got promoted to Fumo Youjiao just yesterday? Why didn't you mention it earlier?"
"What's there to mention about a minor 7th-rank official?"
At this point, Li Xuan was holding a soup bowl the size of a face basin, pouring the soup from it down his mouth with a "glug glug" sound, while mumbling ambiguously: "Remember when the eldest brother was my age, he was already a respected 5th-rank official, a Qianhu."
"That's not the same thing." Li Chengji shook his head: "The official positions in the Liudao Division can't be compared with military positions in the Court."
"Of course, they can't be compared - elder brother can control an army, and now I'm just a patroller,"
