How should she choose?
"Let's first see what kind of 'bug' she left inside the formation. Remove the bug, then go talk to her."
Just as Huan Jingyuan was thinking this, the communication stone from Weisheng Moran rang. Huan Jingyuan froze for a moment, then connected it, and Weisheng Moran's projection appeared before him.
"Why did you shield me?" Weisheng Moran asked.
"I was more suited for it than you," Huan Jingyuan said softly.
"The fact that you say that means you understand the destructive nature of this so-called modified formation. It is absolutely not meant to benefit the people. At the very least, it is meant to destroy the Divine Tomb Seat," Weisheng Moran said.
Huan Jingyuan fell silent, unable to answer. It was the truth. He had integrity, and it was difficult for him to deny it.
"I know your difficulties. You are of the Primordial Chaos Clan, so you cannot empathize with the Divine Tomb Seat. Even so, you still helped me, which proves that you are a good person. But I cannot drag you down with me. You have now bought me three years, and I thank you deeply. I also thank you on behalf of everyone in the Divine Tomb Seat! You do not need to persuade me during these three years. When the time comes, I can handle the aftermath myself. At that time, please look out for yourself. Only then will you have a chance to survive." After saying that, Weisheng Moran prepared to end the communication.
"Wait." Huan Jingyuan's gaze turned solemn. "Are you planning to join forces with Miss Zi Zhen, take down Si Shen Yang, and close the Line Source Skyway?"
Weisheng Moran paused. She had to admit that Huan Jingyuan was indeed perceptive when it came to such matters.