The words of the white-haired elder plunged Ling Tianyu into silence.
What does it mean to be reborn after a deadly situation?
And what does it mean to pay with one's life?
It is self-evident that this is a life-threatening matter. The battle for the Frenzy Sword might injure him, or even pose a threat to his life.
He had promised his wife not to let himself be hurt, not even bleed.
Isn't that breaking my promise?
"Why, are you unwilling?" The white-haired elder asked when he saw Ling Tianyu remain silent.
"I will do my best." Ling Tianyu could only promise to try his best now. Everything else he couldn't guarantee. He couldn't guarantee to whom the Frenzy Sword would eventually belong; he didn't know.
"You cannot just do your best. You must give it your all," said the white-haired elder. "If you fail to secure this sword, your wife will have to sacrifice even more to assist you in the future."
"Is this what you desire?"
