Chu Yang flipped over his wrist and spoke, "This is for the three of you!" He looked at the thin and tiny pieces of jade in his palm and felt embarrassed as he continued, "Cough cough… these are a bit small… But, cough cough… the original pieces weren't big… so…"
Chu Yang clearly had a guilty conscience as he said this sentence. [Not big? It's actually as big as a mountain. But… how can I say that? I can't say that my Nine Tribulations Sword's Spirit is so stingy that he doesn't want to give you any more than this, can I?]
However, the other three people had already been stunned!
The three pieces of pink jade in Chu Yang's palm were issuing a bright reddish luster under the illumination of sunlight. It seemed as if these jades were melting in sunlight, and were exuding a burst of dense vapor…
A warm aura suddenly spread out, and shrouded the three people.
