Ambrose gritted his teeth when he thought about what had happened. Then, he took out a dagger.

He did not hesitate at all. He gripped onto the dagger tightly and slashed his leg with it—blood immediately oozed from the wound.

Hiss!

Ambrose took in a sharp breath when he felt the pain; he was much more awake.

He had no way out. He was afraid that he would sink into Eira’s enthusiasm, so he came up with that method to keep himself sober.

“Brother Ambrose!” Eira hugged Ambrose tightly; her eyes looked like she was in ecstasy.

Eira blew warm air toward Ambrose; his ears itched, and he felt uncomfortable.

“Eira, hang in there. It’ll pass soon.” Ambrose gritted his teeth; his gaze was unyielding. “I’m here with you. You are doing good…”

Ambrose cut himself

gushed from the

next few hours, Ambrose let Eira hold onto him while he insisted on his principles. He

to keep cutting himself whenever he

from Eira’s body. She was exhausted, so she fell asleep quietly as she

how many cuts he had to make on himself—his body had too many fresh wounds. His clothes

so much blood, Ambrose’s face

Eira

and I can have a

like many people were coming toward the cave. Ambrose’s eyes

of cultivators had gathered outside the cave. A graceful figure dressed in a

previous night. Megan had told them not to leave after the banquet; she

a

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