Wang Jinxi did not straighten up immediately.
Two tears fell to the floor, spreading into tiny dark patches.
No one spoke in the classroom.
Just as he had said, Tang Wulin's influence on him did not exist only when they cultivated together.
Over the past two days, he had deliberately avoided Tang Wulin.
He no longer meditated with him or sat too close, and he returned to the dormitory early after training. Yet once he truly put distance between them, that influence became even clearer.
He could not sleep at night.
He struggled to concentrate while meditating.
His Bone Dragon King martial soul seemed to have lost a familiar guiding pull, growing restless within his meridians. Although his soul power had not regressed, his cultivation was slower than before, and even his breathing struggled to find its old rhythm.
Only then did Wang Jinxi realize that Tang Wulin's bloodline had seeped into his cultivation habits without his noticing.
During Joint Meditation, it would bring order to the Bone Dragon King's power.
During battle, it would suppress the agitation deep within his martial soul.
Even when they faced the Man Faced Demon Spider, having Tang Wulin standing in front of him had given him an inexplicable sense of security.
That feeling was not bad.
Quite the opposite—it was too good.
Precisely because it was so good, it frightened Wang Jinxi.
If he continued cultivating like this, the Bone Dragon King might grow stronger and stronger.
But would he also become increasingly dependent on Tang Wulin?
One day, when Tang Wulin's soul power caught up with his, or even far surpassed it, would this influence change from guidance into true domination?
When that happened, would his judgments and his courage still belong to him, or would they arise only because he instinctively