Wu Shidao's True Colors

Duan Rong took the document. Seeing the worry in Xiao Yu and Zhu Xiaoqi's eyes, he smiled. "It's nothing."

Seeing how relaxed Duan Rong was, Xiao Yu and Zhu Xiaoqi finally let their hanging hearts settle.

Duan Rong handed the document to Xiao Yu, his gaze shifting as he asked, "Has Xi Men Kan Kan come by these past two months?"

Xiao Yu said, "He has. Didn't you tell him to send over written reports every half month, selecting the important developments and changes among the sects of the Nine Provinces? He sent the latest one over just two days ago."

Duan Rong rubbed his nose. He had indeed given Xi Men Kan Kan those instructions, but over the past year or so, he had scarcely read any of those reports.

He had devoted himself wholeheartedly to mystical cultivation and truly had not paid much attention to the situation among the Nine Provinces sects.

In his previous life on Blue Star, he had rather enjoyed following current affairs, listening to this person's analysis and that person's analysis every day. But things were different now. He had already reached the Cave Illumination Realm and could live for several centuries. If he later attained the Nascent Soul Realm, he would have a lifespan of two thousand years.

The situation among the Nine Provinces sects was ever-changing. Viewed against his two-thousand-year lifespan, all of it would become flowers reflected in a mirror and the moon in the water, hardly worth worrying about.

And above the Nascent Soul Realm lay the Primal God Realm, where one's spirit roamed beyond the heavens and one lived long enough to behold eternity. How could he still care about these worldly phantoms?

"Bring the reports over for me to look at," Duan Rong said.

Xiao Yu promptly carried