"One for Yun Xiao, one for me."
"One for Qiong Xiao, one for me."
"One for Bi Xiao, one for me."
"One for Ao Bing, one for me."
Above the clouds, Liu Mang wore a broad grin as he enthusiastically "divided the spoils." Before him lay a mountain of Spiritual Fruit, gleaming enticingly and giving off a rich fragrance that filled the entire cloud they rode upon.
With every name he called, the smile on Liu Mang's face grew wider, as though he were conducting an extraordinarily grand and amusing ritual.
Yun Xiao and her two sisters stared at Liu Mang speechlessly.
You could divide things equally like this?
It felt as if the doors to a whole new world had opened.
Ao Bing, on the other hand, remained perfectly calm. If he wanted them, Liu Mang would even give him his own share, so it did not matter whether he received more or less. Besides, he was not lacking in this little bit of Spiritual Fruit. As long as Liu Mang was happy, that was enough.
There was no helping it. He had to spoil the boss he had acknowledged.
"There is no need to divide them, Fellow Daoist. We three sisters did not help much this time, so you should keep these Spiritual Fruits for yourself," Yun Xiao said softly, her expression earnest.
Though none of the fruits before them were particularly rare on their own, their sheer quantity was astonishing. Piled together, they resembled a small mountain.
They had only recently entered Hong Huang, and along the way, they had never seen such a sight before.
Thinking back on what had happened, when they had intercepted Nine Infants, the three of them had joined forces yet still been defeated in a single strike. Not only had they