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

blood gushed

next few hours, Ambrose let Eira hold onto him while he insisted

to keep cutting himself whenever he was about to give in

some time, the potion’s effect finally receded from Eira’s body. She was exhausted, so

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

so much blood, Ambrose’s face was pale, and he was

realized that Eira was sound asleep. Finally, he need not

and I can

many people were coming toward the cave. Ambrose’s eyes flashed, and he

of elites from the world of cultivators had gathered outside the cave. A graceful figure dressed in a white dress led that group. She looked like a fairy—it

told them not to leave after the banquet; she had arranged a place for them to rest in

had a

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