When the assistant heard that he hadn't been promoted but had actually been demoted a level, he looked at Zhao Rong with an extremely complex expression. His heart seemed to be crying out in protest. I worked so hard to cultivate to Level One… I finally managed to accumulate a tiny bit of True Qi in my Dantian, and you just absorbed it all?
Meanwhile, Zhao Rong looked at his assistant, feeling both helpless and apologetic. His gaze seemed to say, I, Zhao Rong, am not the type of person who pulls the rug out from under people. Even if I did absorb your True Qi, it must have been an accident.
The assistant, lying on the ground, let out a sob. He suddenly recalled what Zhao Rong had said just moments before. Why would I help you get demoted when I was trying to help you level up? I, Zhao Rong, couldn't possibly be that shameless, could I?
Suddenly, a stifling sensation filled the assistant's chest, and he fainted from sheer anger.
