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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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdoing good…”
Then, Ambrose cut himself again.
More blood gushed from the wounds!
In the next few hours, Ambrose let Eira hold onto him while he insisted on his principles. He did not move, and he
did not act impolitely.
However, because of Eira, Ambrose had to keep cutting himself whenever he was about to give in to temptation.
After some time, the potion’s effect finally receded from Eira’s body. She was exhausted, so she fell asleep quietly
as she laid at the side.
Ambrose had lost count of how many cuts he had to make on himself—his body had too many fresh wounds. His
clothes were completely soaked with blood and had turned red. He looked like he had bathed in blood.
Since he had shed so much blood, Ambrose’s face was pale, and he was extremely weak.
Ambrose breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Eira was sound asleep. Finally, he need not worry any
more.
‘It’s finally over, and I can have a good rest too.’
Pitter-patter… He heard footsteps from outside the stone cave. It sounded like many people were coming toward
the cave. Ambrose’s eyes flashed, and he immediately became alert.
At that moment, thousands 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 was Megan.
Those cultivators had enjoyed the Moon Gazing Banquet the previous night. Megan had told them not to leave after
the banquet; she had arranged a place for them to rest in the Emei Sect.
Megan had a simple purpose.
Eira had taken a love potion, and she was locked up with Ambrose. The two of them would not be able to withstand
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthe temptation, so it would be an ugly scene. Megan thought it was too dull to watch that alone—it would be much
more interesting to have those cultivators with her.
Therefore, Megan was there so early in the morning with cultivators from various sects.
There was another person there—Aurora.
Several Emei Sect disciples guarded her closely. She wore a purple dress that could not conceal the temperament
of the Ice Lady Goddess—she was so beautiful, and her delicate face was extremely decadent and anxious.
‘It has been a night. Eira and Ambrose—please don’t let anything happen…’
Aurora clenched her jade-life hand tightly; her palms had sweated profusely.
Megan had brought so many people to watch the scene unfold. Her purpose was obvious—she wanted to ruin
Aurora and Darryl.
‘I am no longer Emei’s Sect Master. I don’t care about my reputation, but Eira is still so young. If she had lost her
innocence, how would she live with it in the future? How would she face anyone else?’
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