Henrietta's mind blanked out for a moment.
When she returned to her senses, finally understanding that she had been "rejected," her eyes welled up with tears. She opened her mouth—about to protest—but—
"After all," Xu Tao continued, as if waiting for her focus to return, "our cultivation levels are just too far apart."
"...!"
Dual cultivation wasn't some magical art that could instantly pull the weaker party up to match the stronger. Of course there were limits.
Otherwise, the entire cultivation world would be lining up every night to perform Dual Cultivation with the strongest cultivator alive—Xu Tao himself.
"If you paired up with me, with how low your current level is, all you'd get is an exploded dantian and shattered meridians," Xu Tao said, shaking his head. "Your insides would be a wreck, and there's a high chance it could kill you. I wouldn't do that to my own disciple."
"That's..."
