It’s Not My Aspiration To Be Conferred A Noble Rank, I Only Wish For An Unruffled Sea

Truth Department Headquarters in China.

Ren Ruofeng was looking at a report.

"The Rise of the Seafolk - A Talk on the Octopuses' Unity Progress."

"Hehe, looks like that childish octopus is maturing very quickly. A demon and a cultivator. When these two identities are combined, its growth becomes more rapid than ordinary people." Ren Ruofeng nodded and said.

Subsequently, he made a phone call.

Not long after, a seemingly simple and good-natured middle-aged man walked over. He looked weather-beaten, and was quite dejected as if he had long suffered a heavy blow.

"Oh, Xie Dong, are you still busy now?" Ren Ruofeng asked caringly.

"Uh, what, what do you think?" Xie Dong replied with a bitter face.

Ren Ruofeng no longer showed a nice look, he sneered. "I think you must be quite idle to be able to make this joke. I have a task for you, you're the leader of the Public Relations team now, it happens to be your duty."