After a long silence, Du Ling, afraid Wang Rui would fly into a rage out of shame, quickly tried to comfort him. "Brother Wang, it's alright. Lasting three breaths is actually pretty good..."
Her words offered no comfort at all and nearly sent Wang Rui into a rampage.
Seething with anger, Wang Rui stood up, grabbed Du Ling's hand, and said, "Junior Sister Du, come inside with me!"
He clearly intended to prove to Du Ling, in a more thorough manner, that he didn't have *that* kind of problem!
However, no matter what he tried next, that three-breath limit remained an insurmountable barrier.
"Brother Wang, could it be... something went wrong with your Cultivation of Daoist Arts?" Du Ling asked, well-intentioned.
When cultivating a Skill, there was always the risk of something going wrong, resulting in physical injury or even Falling into Demon.
This risk was much greater than that faced by Martial Artists cultivating their Cultivation Skills.
