Perseus stared blankly at the 'Susanoo' before him, pondering a countermeasure. How long had he worked himself to the bone, moving bricks?
How many years of effort was he going to lose in this wave?
"Fellow Daoist, another's power is not truly your own. It will inevitably contain impurities when absorbed, especially filthy power like mine from the Styx, which specifically taints Divine Souls and primordial spirits."
"How about this? Let me leave, and I'll personally cleanse one-third of the power and leave it behind. Whether you use it to forge Magic Treasures or absorb it yourself, you will have no future troubles."
"Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Perseus had even started speaking in an Eastern manner as he softened his stance, snapping Jiaren out of his thoughts about what "confidant" actually meant. He jumped before Xu Yue with a fawning expression.
"Now you regret it and want to negotiate? Too late!"
"You have to leave at least half behind!"
Though Jiaren did not quite understand what they were talking about, he could still handle simple arithmetic.
There were things that this friend of his ancestor—his own elder—could not conveniently say because of his status, but Jiaren could.
Besides, even if they refused, there would still be room to negotiate.
At a time like this, he had to be clever.
"Half my power..."
"That's not impossible."
Perseus had remained steady for over two thousand years and had his own way of weighing gains and losses.
If he refused, he would not recover a single bit. If he gave up half now, he could at least cut half his losses. It was not a loss...
"Hmm, these filthy powers of the Styx are actually quite interesting. I was just thinking of taking them back to study, so there's no need to trouble