Qin Ye followed Arthis along the long corridor in the building, buzzing around her like a persistent fly, “Where are you going? Come on, let’s give it a shot… My reactions are excellent… I’m like the kind of person that collapses to the ground after a single slap, unable to get up for three days and night on end…”

Yet Arthis simply continued to walk along the corridor, completely unfazed by what Qin Ye was saying.

Qin Dogballs chattered, “Do you know how differently I thought this was going to go? Can you at least help me resolve the cognitive dissonance going on in there? Speaking of which, don’t you realize that I’ve just established the foundation for an entire realm? Why aren’t you giving me any credit for it? Hang on--... Can you please slow down?! Do you know what it feels like possessing a world of power yet being completely helpless against a demoness? It’s vexing to bottle it all up…”

“Keep bottling it up.” Arthis responded with some measure of exasperation.

“... I’m practically on the verge of exploding! You should be thankful that I’m not tying you up and flogging--... Sorry, what I meant to say is that life seems to be lacking something without a proper spar or exchange of pointers with you…”

Creaaaak… A thick wooden door opened up. Qin Ye was finally coming to terms with the fact that Arthis was never going to accede to his request for a spar. With a soft sigh, he followed her out.

The heart is willing… but her flesh is weak.

Intuition told him that he had already become much stronger than before. Even the...