" Wei Jiu! What are you doing?!"
As the roar subsided, Wei San accelerated and suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Fan.
"Let go!"
Wei Jiu showed no intention of letting Jiang Fan go, and said in a self-righteous tone, "I only asked him to hand over his Spirit Weapon, but he has repeatedly provoked me and even dared to call Yan Shuai by his name."
"I told you to let go!"
Wei San yanked Wei Jiu's hand away.
Freed from his restraints, Jiang Fan could no longer hold on and staggered backward.
Wei San reacted quickly and helped him up, then took out a Body Restoration Pill and handed it to Jiang Fan.
"Need not."
Jiang Fan did not accept the Body Restoration Pill Body Restoration Pill offered by Wei San, but instead took it out of his own spatial ring and swallowed it.
Upon seeing this, Wei San frowned slightly.
" Wei Jiu was in the wrong, and I will give you an explanation."
After speaking, Wei San turned and met Wei Jiu's sharp gaze, " Yan Shuai ordered you to ensure Jiang Fan's safety, but what did you just do?!"
Wei Jiu scoffed, "I told you, it was he who wouldn't cooperate obediently, and he didn't even consider his own strength or status, yet he dared to try and pocket the Spirit Weapon."
"What identity? Alright, alright, I'll tell you! He's one of Yan Shuai's handpicked successors!"
Wei San's words caused Wei Jiu's expression to change drastically.
"You—what did you say? You said he—he's one of Yan Shuai's chosen successors? How is that possible? Didn't Yan Shuai choose Ye Qizhen?"
Wei Jiu is often away on missions and rarely returns to headquarters, so he is unaware of this matter.
If Yan Tianyang hadn't suddenly summoned him back to the Zhou Family to bring Jiang Fan back safely, he wouldn't even have known that Jiang Fan existed.
"What's impossible about it? Jiang Fan is a year younger than Ye Qizhen, yet he's already Advanced Psychic. Besides, you've probably witnessed some of his strength. With his talent, is it strange that Yan Shuai chose him?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Jiu's face paled even more, and his gaze towards Jiang Fan became incredibly complex and strange.
Just as the two were silent, Jiang Fan's voice rang out.
So this has nothing to do with Yan Tianyang?
Hearing Jiang Fan address his own coach by his first name, Wei San felt a little uncomfortable, but then he thought that Yan Shuai himself probably wouldn't feel much if he heard it, so why should he make a fuss about it?
After thinking it through, Wei San felt completely at ease.
" Jiang Fan, don't misunderstand. Wei Jiu is always on missions in the Outer Wilderness Zone and can only come back once a year. He was supposed to return at the end of this year, but Yan Shuai specially transferred him back to ensure your safety. So he doesn't know the specifics."
As Wei San spoke, he observed Jiang Fan's expression and found that he maintained an inscrutable demeanor throughout.
Another moment of silence followed.
Jiang Fan slightly tightened the ring on his finger and said in a deep voice, "Does Yan Shuai mean for me to hand over the Spirit Weapon?"
Hearing Jiang Fan change his address to Yan Shuai, Wei San breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he didn't hold such a grudge against Yan Shuai anymore.
"Yan Shuai didn't say anything."
After saying that, he leaned close to Jiang Fan's ear, grinned, and asked, "Do you have that Spirit Weapon?"
Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow slightly. "What if I said I wasn't here?"
Wei San nodded, looking as if he understood.
"Oh, so it's not with you."
Wei Jiu quickly spoke up, "At the entrance to the Zhou Family Secret Realm, I heard them say that the Spirit Weapon is on him. Don't be fooled by him."
Wei San looked at Wei Jiu with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "I understand now. Of the thirteen commanders of our Divine Wind Camp, it was you who was sent to the Outer Wilderness Zone for a mission. Your brain really isn't working very well."
"Who are you calling brainless? Wei San, don't think that just because Yan Shuai trusts you the most, you can insult me like that. I'm just like you, a commander of the Divine Wind Camp. Neither of us is inferior to the other!"
I'm too lazy to argue with you anymore.
Wei San dialed the phone; Yan Tianyang was standing in mid-air, confronting the Pope.
Neither side made the first move, because both knew that given the current situation, it was not advisable to start a war.
Especially since the Heaven-Reaching Tower is right next to them, if the two of them really fight, it could bring an unprecedented disaster to the entire Great Xia.
Cataclysmic disaster!
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
Yan Tianyang took out his vibrating phone, answered it, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
Seeing his appearance, the Pope's expression turned slightly unpleasant.
"I'll consider this a win for now, but let's see how long you can keep it hidden. And one day, the Spirit Weapon will return to our sect's hands."
After saying this, the Pope flicked his sleeve and disappeared.
Wei San hung up the phone and looked at Jiang Fan.
" Yan Shuai told you to take good care of your injuries and remember to keep your identity hidden. The Church of Justice will do everything they can to find you during this time."
Jiang Fan nodded, letting out a complete sigh of relief.
Yan Tianyang did not ask Wei San to take him to the Divine Wind Camp, nor did he mention the Spirit Weapon. It seems that everything was just a misunderstanding, and it was all Wei Jiu's own doing.
"You are seriously injured right now. I'll send you back to Yuanwu first, just in case something unexpected happens on the way."
Thank you.
No sooner had the three left than the Little Turtle carried Wang Yao to the vicinity.
There's blood here!
The Little Turtle smelled the blood filling the air.
Sniff!
Smell it again.
"Found it!"
The Little Turtle stopped in front of the large patch of blood, its nostrils flared, and sniffed again.
"It's that person's blood!"
"How could he be bleeding so much? Didn't we give him hundreds of Body Restoration Pill before? His injuries should have stabilized temporarily."
Wang Yao frowned, her red eyes filled with anxiety and worry.
"Could he have been attacked on the way?" the Little Turtle wondered.
"Whoever injures him dies!" Wang Yao clenched her fists, and a murderous intent instantly spread around her.
The Little Turtle stroked its chin. "So he's even less likely to be the master. If he really were the master, it would be one thing if he were suppressed by the rules in the secret realm, but once he leaves the secret realm, who could be his match?"
"He must have used a special secret technique, just like me, so his strength could only stay at the High-Stage Third Rank for a month," Wang Yao said.
"But don't forget, my master isn't Spirit Master! Spirit Master aren't something you can suddenly become through hard work, cultivation, or by chance. Whether you can become Spirit Master depends entirely on innate talent!"
The Little Turtle remained steadfast in its belief that the boy who could summon the big yellow dog was definitely not its owner.
"Although I don't know what happened, my woman's intuition tells me that it's him."
Wang Yao remained steadfast in her convictions and firmly believed in her intuition.
The Little Turtle, too lazy to argue with the woman, changed the subject.
"Besides this pool of blood, we haven't found a trace of that person. Should we go back to the Pill Pavilion next?"
Wang Yao shook her head and looked into the distance.
"I have a feeling we'll see each other again soon, so I'm going to go find him."