Artis had returned to his room to cultivate after his session with Nadia, feeling like the world's most debauched energy sponge.
This time, the yin energy practically flowed into him without protest, as if it was a Netflix subscription and he was the mooching relative.
No excessive sweating, no groaning like he was auditioning for an infomercial about hard labor—just smooth absorption.
Unfortunately, for all his effort, he didn't break through to the next level like before.
But he could feel it brewing. His meridians were practically vibrating, brimming with enough qi to blast a fucking mountain into pebbles. The breakthrough was imminent, hanging over him like an unpaid tab.
The next day, however, Artis got a summons from young master Jin, which instantly ruined his plans to laze around and cultivate.
"What's the matter this time, brother-in-law?"
"How the fuck should I know what goes on in that lordling's head?"
