At the mention of the Dao Eye, Zhang Fan turned to "Wei Dao."
Wei Dao gave a humorless nod. "That's right. But the Dao Eye isn't mine. It belongs to Wei Dao himself."
"It's a pity. He was blessed with a peerless fortune like the Dao Eye, yet lacked the talent and insight to become a Martial Emperor. In his hands, having it was no different from not having it at all."
"So it's better for someone more suited to inherit Wei Dao's body and Dao Eye—someone like me. That way, this fortune won't go to waste!"
Hearing Wei Dao say this, Zhang Fan felt a chill run through him.
As expected, none of the Four Great Holy Lands were any good.
Whenever they saw an advantage, their first thought was how to profit from it.
They could have brought Wei Dao, the one who possessed the Dao Eye, into the Heavenly Dao Palace. Instead, they had killed him and seized his treasure, making the Dao Eye their own.
Working with these people, I'll need to keep my wits about me. Zhang Fan shook his head, forcing himself to calm down.
Zhang Fan continued using Wood Escape, first sending Wei Dao to Zhao Han and Ming Zhu.
Zhang Fan was the last to arrive by Wood Escape.
"Junior Brother, Martial Niece, sorry to keep you waiting. I haven't used Wood Escape over such a long distance in ages, so I'm a little rusty."
"There was a slight mishap just now, and I sent Little Wei somewhere else."
"It took me a while to find him. Fortunately, nothing went wrong the second time, and we made it here safely."
After Zhang Fan's long explanation, Ming Zhu naturally didn't suspect anything. After all, this was Second Martial Uncle.
Once Wei Dao arrived,