Xu Yang turned to the three of them and smiled. "Out of the nine fruits, I will only take three."
"No problem."
"Mr. Xu is truly generous."
"Mr. Xu, why don't you take six instead? We didn't contribute much, so one each is more than enough for us," Jia Chunyang couldn't help but say.
The three of them hadn't exerted themselves at all; they had merely guided Xu Yang here. Forget taking three—even if he had only left them one fruit each, they wouldn't have uttered a single word of complaint. After all, there had been nearly twenty dead spirits. If they had to find others to help, they would have needed several people, and in the end, they would have gotten at most one fruit each anyway.
"It's fine. Three are enough." Xu Yang stepped into the air and plucked three fruits.
That left six. The three of them would get exactly two each.
