Hongjun watched Hermoz walk out of the hall, step by step, until he finally disappeared through the doorway.
For some reason, a hollow feeling welled up in his heart.
It was as though something very important had suddenly slipped from his grasp.
Bang!
After Hermoz left, the hall's two great doors closed again.
Hongjun closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
Then Hermoz's words replayed in his mind, over and over.
The method of breaking through offered by the Ancient Clan.
Primordial Chaos's inaction.
All of it was like a collection of little knives, stabbing relentlessly at Hongjun's inner defenses.
One or two stabs might not change anything.
But enough stabs from little knives would still hurt.
Hongjun's inner defenses were being torn open, little by little.
As for Hongjun's loyalty to Primordial Chaos,
he probably had some.
But definitely not much.
What Hongjun felt for Primordial Chaos was mostly fear.
If someone appeared who could free Hongjun from his fear of Primordial Chaos,
and that person could also offer him enough benefits to betray him,
then his so-called loyalty to Primordial Chaos would scarcely matter.
Even so,
Hongjun still did not make a quick decision.
He needed to give the matter careful thought.
Hongjun had been able to take the foremost seat among the Lords of the Four Seas,
and had even gained Primordial Chaos's trust to hand him authority over the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands,
all because Hongjun knew how to bide his time.
In everything he did, he sought to reduce the danger to a minimum.
The terms Hermoz had offered this time were certainly tempting,
but the danger was also immense.
Was what the Ancient Clan offered real?
Once he had the method to break through, what would Primordial Chaos do if he