The World Has Changed

"Demon Lord! Elder Duan has arrived!"

Xing Gan strode into the hall and reported with cupped fists, his voice respectful.

"Mm. Give these files to him. He'll know what to do." Chen Duan sat in the seat of honor, one hand propping up his chin while the other casually pointed at the towering stack of files on the desk.

The files were piled high as mountains. Within them were records of the Celestial Court's various vital affairs, personnel rosters, and resource distributions—all the assets the Celestial Court had amassed over so many years, now entirely in his hands.

"Yes."

Xing Gan answered, took the files Chen Duan had prepared in advance, and left. He soon arrived before Duan Chonghe.

"Elder Duan!"

Duan Chonghe turned around and cupped his fists in greeting. "Lord Xing."

Xing Gan set the documents down and sized up the man before him. Seeing that he was merely a Martial Master of the First Decline, he lost most of his interest.

He merely returned the gesture, conveyed Chen Duan's orders, and then left without another word.

"Elder Duan, that man showed you some disrespect."

After Xing Gan had gone far away, Feng Feijin walked to Duan Chonghe's side. Watching his departing back, there was some indignation in his voice.

Feng Feijin and Duan Chonghe had both broken through their original shackles under the Myriad Extremes Sect's support some time ago, stepping over the threshold of Break Apex and becoming Martial Masters of the First Decline.

They were dignified Break Apex Masters. If placed in the southern region a few years ago, they would have been figures capable of founding sects and dominating entire regions. How could they tolerate being looked down on like this?

"It's nothing." Duan Chonghe raised a hand to indicate that he was fine,