"Young Master, thank you. Will we ever see you again?" Xiao Mei sobbed.

Huang Ye shook his head, "It's unlikely. Besides, there's nothing special about me. We just happened to cross paths under certain conditions for a few days. Forgetting me will be better for you."

Huang Ye took out the demon ring from Mo Qinghua, "There are fifty thousand demon crystals here. You two can split them."

"Ah! Young Master, you've already given us the demon cloud fruit. How can we take your demon crystals?"