Bai Ying hurried back to the hotel and, as soon as he arrived, dumped the entire large box onto the floor before rummaging through the other Soul Tools inside.
Aside from the blueprints, the pair of flying wings, and this diamond-shaped Soul Tool, there was nothing else of note.
Bai Ying groped around inside the box, and his fingertips touched something hard.
His heart stirred, and he carefully took it out. It was a Carving Knife, with a slender blade about thirty centimeters long. Fine designs of ghosts and deities were carved along its back.
The blade glimmered with a cold light, as though it could pierce a person's soul.
Bai Ying gripped the handle and felt a chill spread from his palm, as if it could penetrate straight into his heart. He was astonished. This Carving Knife was clearly no ordinary object; it had to be the masterpiece of some grandmaster craftsman.
"Brother, look how excited you are. I think all of this is garbage."
"This isn't garbage. These are Soul Tools capable of killing a Titled Douluo."
Soul Tools capable of killing a Titled Douluo? How was that possible? Most Soul Tools nowadays were auxiliary Soul Tools, because the vast majority of Soul Tool manufacturing technology had already been lost.
"Do you think I'd lie to you? All right, go have fun during this period, and whatever you do, don't disturb me."
After sending the two away, Bai Ying was still so excited that he could hardly contain himself.
Others might not know how powerful these Soul Tools truly were, but as a veteran novel enthusiast, he naturally knew how terrifyingly powerful Soul Tool technology would become in the society of ten thousand years later.
It seemed these things had been left behind by the Sun Moon Continent.