Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

The Dong Family sisters took two of the remaining four artifacts, and Ning Xiaolei gave another one to Guan Yun.    

    

He had intended to give the last item to Zhao Xiaoshu, but he had no choice but to accept it.    

    

It was a broadsword with a rough shape and was extremely heavy. It weighed at least a thousand jin.    

    

Naturally, the girls didn't like this type of magical equipment. They could only use it on Ning Xiaolei.    

    

"Looks like I need to get a matching set of blade technique."    

    

Ning Xiaolei muttered. He felt that this knife was pretty handy.    

    

After binding it with blood, he had reached the blade's information, Lightning Knife, an Earth Grade Beginner Magic Treasure.    

    

Because the rest of the people had obtained two treasures, the remaining Yellow Rank and Profound Level rank treasures were naturally taken advantage of by Ning Xiaolei since no one had the nerve to fight with him.    

    

After exiting the Divine Weapon Pavilion, Ning Xiaolei took away the palace and everyone walked towards the last hall.    

    

That was the last palace left in the Heaven's Edge Terrace.    

    

To everyone's surprise, despite the size of the hall, there was no name written on it.    

    

Even though they felt it to be bizarre, they didn't think too much about it. They walked straight into the hall.    

    

The furnishings inside the hall were very simple. To be precise, it was completely empty. Only in front of the opposite door was there a round cushion. In front of the cushion was a rectangular table.    

    

On the table, paper, pens and other items could be vaguely seen.    

    

Ning Xiaolei and the others were stunned and disappointed.    

    

They had been filled with anticipation, thinking that there must have been some powerful treasure here.    

    

He didn't expect to find that there were only some very simple objects, and that they were even worse than the houses of ordinary people.    

    

"No wonder there aren't any restrictions protecting it. So there's nothing inside!"    

    

Xiao Yue pouted and muttered.    

    

Even so, they decided to take a look and see what was on the table.    

    

Perhaps, it was not as if there were nothing here, perhaps it was just a storage equipment.    

    

The group walked into the hall. Just as they took a few steps forward, they saw a faint figure shrouded in light suddenly appearing in front of the table.    

    

The person's appearance could not be seen clearly, but it was still possible to see that it was a man.    

    

Everyone jumped in fright and quickly took precautions.    

    

However, the silhouette did not seem to see them. He raised his head and let out a soft sigh. "I wonder when we will meet again?"    

    

What the hell? Who did he think of, who did he see? One of us?    

    

Ning Xiaolei was stunned, he immediately shook his head to deny this idea, because the figure didn't even look at them.    

    

Ning Xiaolei curiously sized up the figure in the light and discovered that it didn't seem to be a real person. It seemed to be a avatar of Baishan Hermit that descended with the power of the formation in his White Mountain Sect.    

    

Could it be that the person in front of him was also a clone of someone?    

    

"This is a remnant soul. He might have lived here before."    

    

At this moment, Dong Wan'er suddenly spoke, her eyes glittering.    

    

Ning Xiaolei was curious, "Remnant Spirit, isn't that some kind of special avatar?"    

    

"No, feel it carefully. He doesn't have any cultivation." Dong Wan'er shook her head.    

    

"Eh, it seems to be true." After feeling it for a while, Ning Xiaolei asked in confusion.    

    

While everyone was curiously sizing up the remnant soul, he once again spoke to himself.    

    

"Yue Er, are you still unable to forgive me? Why haven't you come to see me?"    

    

"I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have neglected you because I wholeheartedly focused on cultivation and developing my power. I regret it!"    

    

"I will chase everyone away and leave behind the spirit formation that only you can pass through, the key that I will leave behind for you. However, why haven't you come?"    

    

"…"    

    

The silhouette murmured in a low voice, his tone filled with sorrow and regret.    

    

Ning Xiaolei and the rest listened quietly and vaguely remembered what happened that year.    

    

However, they were extremely curious, just who was this Yue'er that Heaven's Edge Terrace Pavilion Master was referring to?