Soul of a Saint

Qingfeng Li drew the Black-White Millstone back into his mind. At the same time, the Fire Dragon Soul returned to his mind as well. Dark Night Emperor likewise returned to his long sword.

The Fire Dragon and Dark Night Emperor were renowned, peerless masters from the ancient era. But now, all that remained of them were their souls, which took refuge with Qingfeng Li.

Taking the Saint Nectar of Hell from the desk, Qingfeng Li left the room and headed toward the room where Ruyan Liu was staying.

Bam!

Qingfeng Li pushed open the door to the room and strode in.

"Qingfeng," said Ruyan Liu. Her face lit up with joy and excitement as she saw him walk in. "You're back. Is the fruit ready?"

Qingfeng Li gave her a smile. "I've succeeded in refining it," he said, pointing at the black liquid in the bowl he was holding. "This is the Saint Nectar of Hell."