There was still Xiaomo, Little Red, Little White—Oh wait, Qingjue—so one piece for each of them. Ling Chuxi still wasn't used to the fact that Little White was Huangfu Qingjue, and Little White's figure still appeared in her mind occasionally.
'Oh, right, can't forget myself too.' Ling Chuxi was not a generous person without any selfish intent. Generosity was a virtue, but if she forget herself because of it, then she would no longer be Ling Chuxi.
After finally making all the necessary calculations, Ling Chuxi started to take action. Though the sword's power was restrained, the Luo Chen Sword was even sharper after being tempered by Cang Yuan, and it easily cut dozens of small pieces of the White Jade Crystal Heart as if it was cutting tofu.