Although Hu Chan had asked no questions, his attitude was already clear.
You set foot on the path of the believer not long ago, and so did I.
You can hold your own against a Large God, trading blows back and forth, while my legs tremble at the mere sight of one, and I don't dare attack.
Are our sequence levels really the same?
Qin Siyang did not answer. He closed his eyes.
Hu Chan really was a once-in-a-generation genius of an orphan.
Smart.
Sometimes, being with Hu Chan made Qin Siyang feel like a car sold by an unscrupulous used-car dealer: shiny on the outside, but with an engine of a brain so rusty it was about to seize up.
This time, Hu Chan had keenly and precisely identified why the gap between them kept growing.
Officials had their ranks, and people had their degrees of closeness.
Their time together and everything they had experienced convinced Qin Siyang that he and Hu Chan could trust each other completely.
Otherwise, Qin Siyang would certainly have considered killing whoever asked the question, keeping his secret safe and putting his mind at ease.
He pondered in silence.
Over a hundred people on Earth knew the secret of the origin sequence. Did it even count as a secret anymore?
Every day, some stranger might learn about it.
And to the cautious Qin Siyang, most strangers were potential enemies. The small remainder were already his enemies; he simply did not know it yet.
If an enemy could know something, then a friend certainly could too.
"You guessed right. After initiating the God-Worship Ritual, there really is another path."
Qin Siyang spoke slowly.
His tone was calm, but Hu Chan froze as though a thunderbolt had struck him.
His hands clenched the steering wheel so