Jing Wuyan was almost in tears.
He didn't want to be the Hall Master, he just wanted to live his little life with Xiaoxi.
Being the Hall Master was exhausting, even though it meant being high above, it also meant being responsible for billions of souls in the Northern Central State.
"Father, big brother, second brother, I really can't do it, I..."
Jing Wufa interrupted him, "Stop your whining. Brother Qin Yi says you can, so you definitely can."
"Third brother, keep going!" Jing Wudao added.
Jing Wangyou patted Jing Wuyan's shoulder and said:
"So it's decided. Your old dad here is still relatively healthy, and can hold on for a year or two."
"Two years later, we'll hold the succession ceremony for you."
Jing Wuyan looked bitter, "Father, big brother, second brother, let's discuss this again."
"No discussing, it's settled." The three of them said in unison.
Qin Yi chuckled to himself, the Jing family was really peculiar.
