It wasn't long before the creature began mimicking his movements, attempting to copy his stretches, his posture during meditation, and even puffing out smoke whenever Wooyun released demonic qi.
"You little freak," he chuckled one night. "You're trying to cultivate too?" The dragon chirped in response, tilting its head.
"Pftt, what am I gonna do with you?" Wooyun shook his head but smiled faintly.
With the dragon dozing in the corner or watching intently, Wooyun threw himself into his studies. The manuals given to him were thick with cryptic diagrams and esoteric verses, but the book guided him through them one by one.
His body began to change subtly, his demonic qi growing darker, heavier, yet somehow more refined. His strikes became faster, his presence sharper. And though his cultivation had yet to leap forward, his foundation had grown steadier.
