Wu Wei stubbornly scratched his head. Seeing his headache, Zhang Niujiao couldn't help but help him remember.
But if Wu Wei couldn't do anything, what could he do?
In less than ten minutes, Old Zhang gave up. "Forget it, forget it. I can't think of it. At most, I can only give you a group of people to help you nurture your strength…"
"What did you just say?"
Before Old Zhang could finish his sentence, Wu Wei's head jerked up and his eyes lit up.
"Good idea!"
"What?" Old Zhang was dumbfounded. What did he just say?
"Why didn't I think of that? According to the information in my hands, the Divine Weapon Envoy's Divine Weapon is passed down from generation to generation. Since it can be passed down from generation to generation and engraved one by one, there's no reason why I can't find a group of people to help me nurture the Divine Weapon Talisman?
