“Well, it’s a bit wasteful to leave such a good sword here.” Li Qiye smiled.

“What else can we do? No one can take it away, not to mention that it is our academy’s treasure.” Zhao Qiushi smiled wryly.

Everyone knew that this sword belonged to Desolate Saint and should be immensely powerful.

To possess this ancestral sword meant being capable of conquering the world with a single slash.

In fact, numerous disciples of the system have tried before. The lack of results was well documented.

“Repentance.” Li Qiye stared at the head of the statue, unable to get a full look due to its lowered state. However,...