The entire Doom Race was doubting James’ identity. However, the Doom Race’s Grand Patriarch, Hirah, had handed him the Doom Race’s Chaos Sacred Art.
James believed it was not because Hirah considered him the Doom Race’s hope. Instead, he had other motives.
However, James could not figure out what it was yet.
Now that James was in the Doom Race’s territory, he knew he had to be extra careful not to expose himself. Otherwise, his previous efforts would all be in vain.
James returned to Mount Doom.
Yemima was waiting in the room. When James returned, she stood up and asked, “How did it go? What did the Grand Patriarch need to see you for?”
James sat down and said smilingly, “He summoned me to the holy site and gave me the Chaos Sacred Art.”
“What?” Yemima exclaimed.
“The Chaos Sacred Art? He gave it to you?”
“Yeap.”
James took out the golden book and casually threw it at Yemima.
Yemima caught it and returned it to James, saying, “This is our race’s supreme treasure. Only the royal family is allowed to cultivate the Chaos Sacred Art. I’m only a collateral member and am not qualified to see it. Hurry and put it away. If the Grand Patriarch learns about this, I’ll be dead.”
James looked at the Chaos Sacred Art in his hand. He was tempted to open the book but suppressed the urge.
He had not gained a foothold in the Doom Race and did not want to open the book rashly. Moreover, the Grand Patriarch’s motives were still unclear.
Everyone in the Doom Race was suspicious of him. It was fishy that the Grand Patriarch would hand him the Chaos Sacred Art under such circumstances.
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