Yu Shangrong maintained this posture without moving. If this had happened to anyone, they would consider their options carefully. Put aside the possibilities of dying, if one were told to sever one's leg to continue living, would one be brave enough to do it?
At this moment, Yu Shangrong was facing such a choice. Although it was not as cruel as severing his legs, severing the Golden Lotus was just as difficult to accept. For cultivators, their cultivation base was their life. Without their cultivation base, they would be a good-for-nothing. It was no different from being dead.
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Night fell. There was no light at all inside the Melilot Graveyard.
Yu Shangrong held his scabbard. He occasionally lifted the Longevity Sword with his thumb. The sound of the Longevity Sword sliding against the scabbard was exceptionally clear and piercing at this moment. It sounded like a butcher was sharpening his knife.
This went on for nearly an entire night.
