A Deformed World Gives Birth to Deformed Powerhouses

Situ Xuan stood up and walked to the window, gazing out at Mingdu. The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over the city's buildings, dyeing the whole city golden. On the distant streets, traffic streamed by and crowds bustled, a scene of thriving prosperity.

"Yehui."

"Mm."

"Tell me, how long can I stay Grand President?"

Yuanen Yehui was silent for a moment, then spoke. Her voice was still cold, but within that coldness was a kind of resolve.

"As long as you want."

Situ Xuan laughed and turned around, looking at Yuanen Yehui with a trace of gentleness in his eyes.

"You do know what to say."

Yuanen Yehui's face reddened slightly, but she quickly returned to normal. She lowered her head, looked at the tips of her own shoes, and said no more.

Situ Xuan walked up to her and reached out to pat her shoulder.

"Go get busy. There's still a lot to do."

Yuanen Yehui nodded, turned, and left the office. Her steps were still light and steady, but a little faster than when she had come in.

Situ Xuan returned to his chair and sat down, tilting his head back as he looked at the ceiling.

Of course he had never dealt with these so-called government affairs before. But not having dealt with them was one thing; figuring out what to do was still very simple.

The Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique was a health-preserving, immortality-attaining art left behind by an ancient Shushan cultivator who had become immortal.

If one merely regarded the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique as a body-tempering art, that in itself was a disrespect to the words "becoming immortal."

Within the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique was this passage: Beyond the dust of the mortal world, the heart far from worldly cages.