Li Nianfan's words cause Yang Jian's doubts to disappear, wiping away Madman Chu's will.
Comparing the selfishness of an individual to the good of all, anyone could naturally see which was the better choice.
"Lord Saint, I even brought a lamp over," Yang Jian took out the lamp they found in the battlefield.
The ancient lamp was full of oil stains, and really showed its age. The little cinder of flame within flowed with the wind, looking like it would disappear at any moment.
Yang Jian said, "The lamp has been burning for a very, very long time, and has never been extinguished. It's just that the flame has weakened a lot."
"It's that amazing? Could it be an everburning lamp?" Li Nianfan was surprised as he curiously looked at it.
The fact that Yang Jian said it had been burning for a long time meant it definitely must have. It had probably burned for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.