At this moment, footsteps approached from the distance, and the two Daoists looked over, only to see Jingming Daoist stepping into the hall from outside.
The sound came closer and closer.
"Fifth Martial Uncle, let me handle this!"
Jingming Daoist was dressed in a plain moon-white daoist robe with wide sleeves. He had his hair tied with a hairpin and possessed handsome features.
"Sect Leader's Nephew!"
Dongxiao Daoist turned around, and Dong Jue Daoist also rose from the Master's Chair, her face full of concern.
"Nephew, you...?"
Jingming Daoist waved his hand, his expression calm as his gaze fell on the Hell Dao Transmission Map. Just by glancing at it, he understood Zhang Jian's intentions.
This map requires great wisdom, resolve, and a spirit of fearless sacrifice from a cultivator to use. In the hands of ordinary people, it's just a piece of waste paper.
Evidently, that Assistant Reader Zhang had little regard for those who were timid yet sought benefits.
