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

gushed from the

him while he insisted on

cutting himself whenever he was about to give in to

some time, the potion’s effect finally receded from Eira’s body. She was exhausted, so she fell asleep quietly as she laid

make on himself—his body had too many fresh wounds. His clothes were completely soaked

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

sigh of relief when he realized that Eira was sound asleep. Finally, he need not worry

I can have a good

cave. It sounded like many people were coming toward the cave. Ambrose’s eyes flashed,

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

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

a simple

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