Zhao Luo was very satisfied by feeling the changes in his body. The surge of power after this first assimilation was noticeable.

The happiness of achieving his first assimilation was already very overwhelming.

Even though it was an accomplishing moment for Zhao Luo, there was a worry that Zhao Luo had no way to solve.

It wasn't like he was already out of ideas rather it was just Zhao Luo not even thinking much about it. He was just waiting for a way out without doing Anything at all.

One may think,

'What could he be waiting for?'

It's because Zhao Luo was waiting for an external factor to help him get rid of this worry as he never gave it a serious thought.

This worry was on top of his list right now and it was a very concerning obstacle.

It was moving his body, once again.

The other was getting out of this cursed capsule.

Just thinking about this was making him angry.

Every time he thought about getting out of this capsule, he would remember a man.

A man who was wearing a golden coat. The last glimpse of the disturbing face of this man before losing his consciousness.

It was the face of Takuma that would emerge in the mind of Zhao Luo whenever he would think about getting out of this capsule.

Zhao Luo had a fit of exploding anger written all over his face when the old man noticed the angry expression on the face of his disciple.

"What is troubling you?"

The old man asked.

Zhao Luo was brought to present by his master's question. He felt touched because his master realized his minute change in expression and was worried for him. So Zhao Luo forgot about Takuma and calmed down.

He didn't know how he should explain to the old man about the things that he went through and what he is worried about. But he still started.

"Master I am trapped in this capsule. Even though I was somehow able to achieve this in my mind and do so much. Sadly, in the end, all of this is just going on in a small world inside my mind. I want to go out. Meet new people and travel around the world as I used to before some idiot trapped me here. I just want to be Free. "

'Sniff, sniff.'

Zhao Luo poured all his sadness into the ears of his master.

Zhao Luo looked at his master to see if the old man was crying or if his beard was drenched in his tears but the old man was an Empera.

An extraordinary individual.

A leader from the world of Gods as proclaimed by him.

The old man was scratching his right ear and yawning while reading from a book.

After looking at this scene, Zhao Luo was astonished.

'Why did you even pretend to be worried? Why did you even ask me for my troubles? Damn this master of mine.'

Zhao Luo wanted to punch the old man but he had already accepted him as his master.

'What is he even reading?'

So Zhao Luo waited and waited but the wait continued and turned into a soundless moment that prolonged for a while till Zhao Luo couldn't bear it anymore and broke the silence.

"Master, what are you reading?"

Zhao Luo couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"Something that you will be reading soon."

The old man replied.

Zhao Luo had succeeded in getting the old man's response.

"So did you hear what I said before?"

Zhao Luo asked his master another question.

"Yes, I did."

The old man answered with a short reply.

"Then, Then, Then, What is with your boring response?"

Zhao Luo was quite hurt by the reaction of this old man.

"It's because your current state is better for you. So instead of being thankful, you are complaining about your state. What a disappointment."

The moment the old man completed his sentence, Zhao Luo fell on his knees.

Something popped into his mind. It was the last thing he could remember related to Takuma.

The talk he had with Takuma before he lost his consciousness was somewhat similar.

Zhao Luo couldn't believe that the old man called his 'worries' a 'Disappointment'.

He was hurt. He wanted to know how he was wrong.

Zhao Luo wanted answers. He wanted to know his fault.

"How being unable to move my body is better for me? How is this state better? How?"

Zhao Luo asked and it didn't end here.

In this heated moment, he said something which he would regret.

"Do you even know how is it like to lose the feeling of your younger brother for years?"

Zhao Luo looked at the old man.

The old man after hearing his disciple talk about his younger brother shifted his gaze towards the area between the legs of Zhao Luo.

That action lasted for not even a single second but it was sufficient to let Zhao Luo have this thought,

'Should I just kill myself?'

The old man didn't want to be too harsh with Zhao Luo.

"So that is the thing which my disciple was worrying about. You want to play with your younger brother who is trapped in an icy cave. Hahaha "

The old man teased the young man. He joked around. He didn't miss the chance of shaming his disciple.

Zhao Luo had never felt so embarrassed.

The old man stopped laughing after a while and looked seriously at Zhao Luo.

"Why do you think you can achieve Naoli this easily? Even though for you it was a long time, it is indeed nothing compared to the time it takes for one to master just a single stage of Naoli."

The old man asked Zhao Luo.

Yet he didn't let Zhao Luo answer his question.

"It's because of this state where you can think for a boundless duration. You have already made a mental realm. The reason is that you don't have to focus on your body. Just your mental state is conscious and your physical state is at rest. With all the concentration at one point the time it would take you to learn these things is reduced by so much that you can not imagine."

As a master is supposed to be. The old man lectured Zhao Luo.

Colour could be seen returning on the face of Zhao Luo after listening to his master's answer.

"Indeed I was wrong, master."

Zhao Luo was already reflecting on his wrong thinking.