Early the next morning, Ye Qingyu had just arrived at the training area reserved for their Dark-type Academy when she noticed an exquisitely crafted silver briefcase sitting in the center of the training room. It was not large, roughly the size of a shoebox, but judging by the intricate patterns on its surface, whatever it contained was clearly no ordinary item.
Curiously, Ye Qingyu walked over. As she drew closer, she saw a sheet of parchment placed conspicuously atop the briefcase, bearing the words: "For Ye Qingyu."
Is this for me?
Ye Qingyu was somewhat stunned. It had been nearly a week since school started, yet no one had given her anything before. Now, she was even more curious about what exactly was inside the case.
She easily undid the two clasps on the briefcase. The case sprang open at once, and a pitch-black object floated into the air, radiating an extremely dense dark aura.
The black light that burst forth when the briefcase opened dazzled Ye Qingyu's eyes. She closed them briefly to recover, and when she opened them again, she saw a Soul Bone floating in the air, wreathed in dense black qi!
Why would anyone give her such an expensive Soul Bone? Auntie Weng?
Ye Qingyu shifted her gaze away from the ten-thousand-year Soul Bone and noticed that there were two other items inside the briefcase: a pitch-black ring and a dark-purple sphere the size of a fist.
A ten-thousand-year Soul Ring?
A ten-thousand-year Beast Soul?
She had only been enrolled for a week. Why would someone give her a complete set of items produced by a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast?
Ye Qingyu did not understand, but she quickly accepted the outcome. Since it was a gift from her teacher, why should she refuse it?
Yet before she