So, I wish to give you all a small gift.
These lotuses.
Each one can substitute death nine times.
I hope that when the great calamity ends, you all can return here, and I will prepare a banquet for you, not parting until we're drunk!"
A hundred lotuses.
This was quite a strain even for Li Ye.
His complexion began to turn pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Neither Jianmu nor the small world could quickly replenish his original spiritual power, and the sword cultivators were visibly moved by this sight.
Substitute death nine times!
Just saying it carries a heavy weight.
Although they had also received some life-saving treasures from their sects before they left, who would dislike having more treasures?
They did not ask Li Ye to stop.
This was Li Ye's goodwill.
This heavy sentiment would be remembered, and they would certainly repay it in the future.
One among them seemed to have just advanced to a Golden Core Cultivator.
He was quite young.
