After Eternal Sleep Eye had delivered the information she needed to convey, she left. Just as she had described it herself, this meeting with Whisper of Destruction had truly only been meant to "explain the truth." She did not know the Chairman's coordinates, and whether Punk believed her words or not was irrelevant. She had followed her orders and completed her task.
As for what the Blazing Sun caster would choose to do next... in the end, it was all the same. The Sea of Chaos was simply far too vast. Even for a Blazing Sun Throne, finding someone within it was fraught with difficulty. Whether Frantal had prepared an "inheritance" or a trap, Punk would first have to find this seriously wounded Blazing Sun caster if he wanted to gain anything.
As for whether Whisper of Destruction should search for the Chairman...
"Fano'oden Staff, a God Seat-level magical piece of equipment capable of perceiving the course of fate... I have no choice but to admit it, that temptation is simply too great."
It had to be acknowledged that, even before he silently drifted through this profound darkness with a slight frown, the caster had already been deeply tempted by the staff Eternal Sleep Eye had mentioned.
As everyone knew, the threat originating from the River of Fate had always been the Sword of Damocles hanging over every Legendary professional. Whether they belonged to the Hermit faction or were ambitious pragmatists who fought in the open, they all had to confront their own fate. Every Blazing Sun Throne, in particular, had no choice but to face the nightmare of being "called." Even super-powerhouses such as Mestur had met helpless deaths after being called.
And that Fano'oden Staff could observe fate and even manipulate its course to a certain extent? Furthermore,