"Lord High Minister!"
Elder Chan kowtowed again, his words grief-stricken and indignant. "It must be connected to Yue Li Jun! He is your subordinate, but not your man! You must know who he serves! Are you afraid of the person behind him, Lord High Minister?!"
He had broken down so completely, yet there was still not the slightest movement from within the secret hall. The Hunyuan High Minister sat quietly inside, silently watching Elder Chan outside, utterly motionless and mute.
"This old man understands... This old man understands..."
Elder Chan's tears had run dry. He cast one final glance at the figure within the secret hall, then rose tremblingly and departed in a daze, like a mangled corpse that had lost its soul.
Li Tianming watched it all as well.
As Elder Chan left, Li Tianming turned and walked away too. He would not waste time on someone difficult to ask for help. Silence was often deafening; without a single word, it could still make ten thousand swords pierce one's heart.
After turning away, Li Tianming's expression became even colder. Toward this so-called Tai Yu Chaos Imperial Dynasty, he had nothing left but hatred—not a shred of gratitude.
From the very beginning, this so-called acceptance of new blood had been a joke, nothing more than a game to screen for loyalists. If one truly let the responsibility of a powerful nation drive them, they would only end up playing with fire and burning themselves.
Elder Chan was the outcome.
And if not for Li Tianming, Granny Huanque's son, Huan Jingyuan, would not have lived to this day either.
The Hunyuan High Minister naturally understood all of this.
"Find Yue Li Jun's location."
After saying this to Silver Dust, Li Tianming went out to meet up with Zi Zhen. Seeing the