Looking at the Celestial Eye in Yang Jian's hand, dripping with blood and still blinking, although eerie and frightful, Chen Lan was not afraid but moved.
He never expected that Yang Jian, who had only met him once, would give him such a great surprise. How could he possibly endure or deserve such a massive favor?
"Does it hurt?" Chen Lan was filled with mixed emotions, seeing the void in Yang Jian's eyes. Although it was a bit of a redundant question, his heart was very complicated, not knowing what to say.
"Take it, apart from you, no one else can do it here. Refine it and avenge me."
[Yang Jian, what have you done!]
The Jade Emperor's roar echoed. He saw Yang Jian personally digging out his own Celestial Eye and intending to give it to Ye Lan.
Without the Celestial Eye, Yang Jian was like a Sword Immortal who could no longer wield a sword. Although his strength remained that of a Taoist Saint, his combat power would be greatly diminished.
