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…”

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blood gushed from

few hours, Ambrose let Eira hold onto him while he insisted on his principles. He did not move, and he did not

because of Eira, Ambrose had to keep cutting himself whenever he was about to give in

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

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

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

that Eira was

and I can have

footsteps from outside the stone cave. It sounded like many people were coming toward the cave. Ambrose’s eyes flashed, and he immediately

from the world of cultivators had gathered outside the cave. A graceful figure

told them not to leave after the banquet; she had arranged a

had a

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