Lil’ Purple was briefly stunned before she firmly said, “I don’t believe it. The Ancestral Deity will definitely come back.”

The Iris Sword Saint merely smiled when he heard that.

“Why did you give him the Iris Sword Box? Do you know his secret?” Lil’ Purple asked, looking at the Iris Sword Saint.

“Because someone asked me to hand it to him. I can see some of his secrets but don’t know the exact information. Perhaps only he can find the secret himself,” the Iris Sword Saint said. “I’m only a soul fragment, so there’s no need to make things difficult. You can ask the person who asked me to hand it to him one day. Perhaps he’ll know more about it.”

Lil’ Purple looked at the Iris Sword Saint and felt that the latter was hiding something from her. But she couldn’t refute what the Iris Sword Saint said. After all, the clone couldn’t probe the main body’s secrets, not to mention a hundred thousand years have passed. So the soul fragment naturally didn’t know where the Iris Sword Saint went or who he met throughout the years. On the other hand, the Iris Sword Saint’s main body could know what the clone experienced with a single thought.

So Lil’ Purple couldn’t help feeling unhappy when she heard that. She knew that...