Inside the next floor, it was like stepping into yet another world.
Unlike the first floor, which was mostly a white room with only a path, this time there were a bunch of scrolls floating in the air.
"Are they Martial Techniques?"
Bai Zihan mumbled as he stared at the scrolls.
An eerie quiet enveloped him as he was alone in the room.
Then—
BOOM!
A flash of light tore through the space ahead, and the silhouette of the Remnant Soul emerged again.
The Remnant's form flickered erratically, its illusionary robe slightly disheveled. And its expression?
Let's just say… It looked like it had swallowed a fly.
"You," the Remnant said, voice strained, like it was trying very hard not to lose its temper. "Are finally here."
Bai Zihan raised a brow.
"You don't sound happy to see me."
"… I have no idea what you are saying. Anyway, you don't seem like someone who wants my inheritance."
The Remnant said, a bit curious now.
"What? No way! Did I win it?"
Bai Zihan asked excitedly.
