With a slight smile, Nian Bing's eyes shone with a glint of sincerity, "Trust me. If Dark Heavenly Fragrance is as strong as you say, even if you were to come with me, once it erupts, it would be something beyond our ability to contend with. Between two harms, one should choose the least, and besides, I still stand a chance on my own. Don't you believe in the God of Life? Go back, my brother. If I haven't returned in ten days, then assume that I'm done for. Don't fret over it, just stick to your own beliefs. If I don't make it back, then the Six-handled Knife goes to you Dwarves. I believe that in your hands, these knives can also be effective."