Li Qingyun pondered for a moment, waved his hand, and three Ganges River Sands split from the crystal box, landing separately in the hands of Qing'e, Shanlu, and Lüzhuo.
"Take them! Then remember to erase your memories of today prior to this moment, and don't ask why!"
Though he could easily have obliterated the Three Saints of Qing'e with a wave of his hand, the three had done nothing wrong thus far, and to kill them would run counter to his Dao heart.
Since he wasn't going to kill them, his only option was to "buy them off."
Having swallowed the Ganges River Sand, you lot and the poor dao are now on the same side!
"Many thanks, Young Master Yun!"
"We shall forever engrave the immense grace of Young Master Yun bestowing the Ganges River Sand in our hearts!"
Clutching the piece of Ganges River Sand in her hands, Qing'e was overcome with emotion, her lips trembling so with joy that she could not even speak coherently.
She led the other two in deeply bowing and thanking Li Qingyun.
Then, sensible as the Three Saints were, they understood the intent behind "Young Master Yun" bestowing the sand, immediately swallowed it on the spot, and sat cross-legged to refine it as their bodily aura surged forth.
At the same time, this segment of memory was automatically erased.
"Shang Zhen, do you truly wish to live?"
Only then did Li Qingyun gaze indifferently at Old Miser Shang, asking in a cold voice.
"I do, I do, I do! Young Master Yun, this old man is truly nothing more of a piece of trash whom no one in the cosmos can bear to look at; killing me holds no meaning for you. Moreover, once I go missing, the Shang Clan will certainly