Nuwa asked curiously, "How much?"
Houtu held up one finger. "Didn't I get drunk afterward? Then when I woke up from a nap, I found that my strength had increased by at least ten percent!"
Nuwa sucked in a sharp breath. "Ten percent? That's terrifying!"
Houtu giggled. "I have the expert to thank for that, and I also have you to thank for bringing me there, Nuwa."
Puffing out her cheeks, Nuwa teased, "You've got some nerve saying that. You merely ate and drank your fill, took a nap, and your realm improved by so much."
"If the other Quasi-Saint mighty figures found out, they'd definitely capture you and thoroughly investigate the secrets on you. By now, your overall strength has likely already reached the late Quasi-Saint realm."
Houtu stuck out her tongue playfully. "More or less. I can still feel residual energy within me that hasn't been fully absorbed. Once I return, I'll refine it properly. I should be able to improve a little more."
"Mm, all right. Be careful yourself, and try not to reveal too much information about the expert. Let's part ways here."
"Fine. I'm leaving, Nuwa."
After the two parted ways, Houtu was excited the entire way.
In the past, because the Witch Clan cultivated only their physical bodies, cultivation had been exceptionally arduous and tedious.
Thus, she often slacked off, and her cultivation had basically ranked at the bottom among the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
Now, she was experiencing the exhilaration of improved cultivation for the first time, mainly because it had come far too easily.
At the expert's place, she only had to enjoy all the delicious food and drink, then take a blissful nap after eating and drinking her fill.
When she woke up, her realm had improved.
It would be wonderful if