Mushu’s brows shot up. “That means he’s hitting the fifth level.” A mixture of admiration and self-deprecation filled his voice. He scoffed. “Master is too damn fast! At this rate, he’ll catch up to me in a year.” His tone was light, but his heart weighed heavy with frustration; he had been stuck at a bottleneck for five years now.
Pharsa crossed her arms, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. “It’s not that surprising. Master is truly talented, but don’t forget, he’s sleeping with Madam. Madam holds an abundance of yang energy, far more than anyone else I’ve seen.
Shen Sei even said that Madam’s aura is comparable to a heavenly emperor. And with Master’s body naturally full of yin, most likely because of the black magic lingering in him, it would have been very difficult for him to level up. But Madam’s presence alone is boosting his cultivation to ridiculous heights.”
Mushu and Reginald simultaneously fell silent, their faces darkening, darker than a pot bottom.