Master and Disciple Alone

"Angewomon, say something."

When she did not answer, Dongfang Yu grew a little anxious. This concerned cultivation; he could not afford to be careless.

"Um..." Angewomon sounded conflicted.

"What exactly happened?"

Dongfang Yu had always thought it was because he was useless that he had only risen seven levels in three years, but now he discovered there was much more to it.

How could he not be anxious? There was definitely something shady going on.

"Alright, it's nothing much. It's just... during those three years, I absorbed some of your cultivation."

Angewomon answered, then immediately fell silent again. After all, she was the one at fault.

"What do you mean? Aren't we teammates? Why did you take my cultivation?" Dongfang Yu asked blankly.

"Because I needed to awaken. I could only awaken successfully by absorbing part of your cultivation along with the medicinal power of the Immortal Herbs. The two complemented each other." With no other choice, Angewomon could only come clean.

Hearing that, Dongfang Yu's lips twitched. If anyone asked him how he felt right then, he would not know how to answer.

He could not bring himself to get angry, yet not being angry made him feel stifled.

No wonder. It had seemed a little far-fetched that someone as powerful as Angewomon could awaken from just one Immortal Herb.

So she had absorbed his cultivation too. Now it all made sense.

"About how much cultivation did you absorb from me?" Dongfang Yu hesitated before asking.

"Not much... probably... around ten or twenty levels." Angewomon sounded a little embarrassed.

"So, if you hadn't interfered, I'd at least be a Soul King by now? Maybe even a Soul Emperor?" Dongfang Yu carefully calculated it in his head before asking.

"Mm."

"Forget it. I don't blame you." Dongfang Yu smiled bitterly.