To rekindle a person's passion for life, it was imperative to tell the person to plow on even if the road up ahead was dark. Hope was the best motivator to keep someone going.
Lu Zhou felt slightly emotional when he saw Yu Shangrong prostrating himself in front of him. After a moment's silence, he said, "Get up."
Yu Shangrong sat up and took the black brocade box.
Lu Zhou said, "This pill is exceptional. You'll be granted with 200 years of life."
"200 years is enough." Yu Shangrong was not greedy. The power from the Longevity Sword that had dissipated when he killed Jiang Liang was equivalent to 200 years as well.
Lu Zhou said, "That's not enough, far from it. How are you going to attain the Nine-leaf stage in 200 years?"
Yu Shangrong was puzzled.
Lu Zhou continued to say, "You said there's nothing but an endless night behind the doors of the Nine-leaf stage… but I don't think so."
