Chapter 390

Clearly, he hadn't expected such a long detour.

What Mr. Wei saw was that the one no less than Stone Master was not Zhang Qishan, but that noble person who had yet to appear.

Mr. Wei's meaning was very clear—this person was the key to Zhang Qishan's meteoric rise!

The means by which Zhang Qishan won this person's trust was that precious stone!

Each link in this chain left one unable to help but marvel—how had Mr. Wei figured it all out?

Those who knew the Buddha Lord well, such as Zhang Yueshan and Old Lady Huo, both knew that the noble person Mr. Wei spoke of should be the Buddha Lord's future patron!

But...

Zhang Yueshan had also said that, looking through history, this patron should never have obtained the Stone No Less.

This was no longer an era of imperial autocracy; this person would not, when facing a life-or-death crisis, be like Han Xin—afraid to use that stone!

Therefore, Mr. Wei's words should not yet be finished.

The final ownership of this stone remained somewhat shrouded in mystery even now!

The Buddha Lord, who was responsible for finding the stone, certainly didn't get it; nor did the patron who helped the Buddha Lord rise to power.

Could it be that this Mr. Wei was the mantis stalking the cicada, and the treasure ultimately ended up with him?

But in history, there exists no record whatsoever of this Mr. Wei.

Even now, Zhang Lin has not spoken his name!

Rather than saying he was the most crucial link in the whole affair, it would be better to say he was even more of a tool than Zhang Qishan!

At this moment, the curiosity in Zhang Yueshan's and Old Lady Huo's hearts had reached its peak.

They both very much wanted to know—had even Zhang Dafo Ye and his patron both been schemed against by this physiognomist?

If that were truly the case, it could be called one of the nine great wonders!

At this time, Fatty, who was in the Xisha sea area, had already been made restless by the Buddha Lord's story.

Especially that stone, which still had not shown its face.

He slapped Zhang Tian and asked naively, "Your grandpa never told you about Zhang Dafo Ye?"

"Did this stone end up in the Buddha Lord's hands in the end?"

Zhang Tian thought for a long while before saying, "Grandpa never mentioned it, but I don't think the Buddha Lord got it."

"This Mr. Wei who claims to be a descendant of Han Xin is really rather strange—I can't quite put my finger on it..."

Zhang Tianshi, who was beside them, suddenly said, "He is too selfless."

Hearing this, Zhang Tian slapped his thigh and immediately said, "Right, right, right! That's exactly it—too selfless!"

"This thing originally belonged to Han Xin. As a descendant of Han Xin, wouldn't he want to take back his ancestor's treasure?"

"Even setting aside the ancestor business, who wouldn't be tempted upon hearing what this treasure can do?"

"Yet this Mr. Wei seems as if he wants to find an owner for it as quickly as possible."

"That point is too strange, too strange—I simply can't think of a reason."

Fatty, however, said carelessly, "What's so strange about that! Didn't he say this treasure chooses its owner? Mr. Wei can read faces, so he must have seen that he wasn't the one fated for the treasure."

"Even if he wanted it, it wasn't his, so he could only give the treasure away."

Zhang Tian rolled his eyes at him. "Listen to yourself—does that even make sense?"

For a moment, neither of the two could convince the other.

Just as they were making an unresolvable fuss, Zhang Tianshi suddenly said, "Don't you know that a physiognomist doesn't read his own face, just as a physician doesn't treat himself?"

Hearing this, both Fatty and Zhang Tian shuddered all over.

If a physiognomist doesn't read his own face, then how did Mr. Wei know he wasn't the one fated for the treasure?