Raindrops sliding off palm leaves, falling into the water tank below, make a ‘ding’ sound, as if bidding farewell to the owner of this place.,That's how it gradually came to be, that a high-ranking Xuan Guang cultivator would have some junior brothers and sisters following behind them in groups of three or five.,So he set up an altar to summon spirits, but nothing came. This is because someone had extinguished his soul.。