He skimmed through those missions one by one. After completing his daily task, Shen Lin stretched lazily and walked out of the Mission Hall.
Another day without any information on the Demon Race.
What should I do?
The moment Shen Lin stepped out of the World Entry Hall, he saw Guan Xuzi standing in front of him.
His expression was solemn. His originally thick beard and hair had somehow become noticeably sparser lately, perhaps because something had been troubling him.
"You... sigh~"
He pointed at Shen Lin and asked in bewilderment after sighing, "I just don't understand."
"As the Holy Son of our Two Forms Holy Land, you lack neither cultivation resources nor cultivation methods or martial arts. Why do you keep running off to search through those missions whenever you have nothing to do?"
"Those missions are prepared for the Inner Disciples. There are very few missions even at the True Inheritance Disciple level. With your strength, why would you be interested in those missions?"
Shen Lin awkwardly scratched the back of his head and explained, "I'm just curious. I only wanted to learn about the changes outside."
"Learn about the changes outside?"
Guan Xuzi curled his lips. "That Chaos Sea News—I deliver it to you every morning, and you use it to line the bottom of your meal trays."
"Uh, this..."
Shen Lin was still trying to come up with some excuses when Guan Xuzi cut him off. "Forget it. I won't pry into your reasons."
"Taking a trip to the World Entry Hall every day isn't a problem."
"But you can't spend every day doing nothing except that."
"I fought through all opposition to give you the position of Holy Son of the Two Forms Holy Land. It wasn't so you could come here to eat, drink,