As Lu Cang set up the ritual, he asked calmly, "Why did you interrupt my advancement?"
"I wouldn't call it an interruption. I just happened to intercept the souls you offered."
"So your advancement never took place."
Lu Cang asked, "Then where are my souls?"
"Of course, I used them for myself."
"Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to use them before they fell into your hands."
Although Ansu couldn't move freely, Lu Cang still let him speak.
"You said you weren't at your peak. If you'd gotten those souls of mine, how much of your strength could you have recovered?"
Ansu replied coolly, "Less than ten percent. I could probably have temporarily restored half a percent of my peak strength."
His emotions were fluctuating.
But to Lu Cang, Ansu's emotions seemed strange. It was as if he'd slipped into a playful mood.
Compared to the souls of other creatures, which were like a frail wisp small enough to hold in your palm, Ansu's soul was remarkably condensed.
It was almost like a real body: solid, with every detail perfectly clear.
Were it not for the vast difference in their auras, it would have been impossible to tell whether he was a soul or a living person.
The Death Priest advancement ritual began again.
Lu Cang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, the previous advancement ritual hadn't counted as complete. Otherwise, he would have been promoted without doing anything, after having his souls intercepted.
It would've meant he'd gone through the whole process for nothing and failed to achieve a perfect advancement.
Now, all his classes had undergone perfect advancement, and Lu Cang was rather obsessive about that sort of thing...
Besides, perfect advancement seemed to be a prerequisite for reaching level 9.
If he'd failed to achieve a