The Holy Fire—the Origin Fire of the Origin of the World—was a problem Wang Chen could not avoid.
The entire Holy Fire Society had been born around the Holy Fire. Its importance could not be overstated. Wang Chen had swept through the Holy Fire Society's lair, yet said not a word about the Holy Fire's whereabouts. That was truly suspicious.
Gu Yanchang strongly suspected that Wang Chen had claimed it for himself!
But he had no evidence whatsoever.
More importantly, the Holy Fire Society's records described the Holy Fire in great detail. It had been worshipped for decades, could not be touched directly, could not be contained by any vessel, and burned eternally without ever going out.
Although the Holy Fire Society's accounts of the Holy Fire contained plenty of exaggeration, its uniqueness was beyond doubt.
So here was the question: if Wang Chen had swallowed it, how had he taken it away?
Although there was no video record of Wang Chen's battle in the temple, he had returned from Senhai Star to the TK043 Space Fortress aboard an official spacecraft, and surveillance footage had covered the entire journey.
Wang Chen could not possibly have swallowed the Holy Fire and carried it away in his stomach, could he?
That simply made no sense.
Gu Yanchang was somewhat helpless and could only say, "If you know where the Holy Fire is, you must report it truthfully. The Empire will not mistreat those who have rendered meritorious service!"
Wang Chen gave a bitter smile. "Chief Officer Gu, I truly don't know."
The Empire would not mistreat meritorious subjects?
Was the merit he had earned this time not great enough?
Yet he had only been promoted one rank, then granted the status of a noble clan member.
Wang Chen was no naive youth,