Logan frowned when he saw Heserion's stats drop a lot because of the stage restriction.
Since Heserion hadn't gone through the ritual, she didn't have any advantage in stats.
Thinking about this, Logan decided to go out and clear another area of the Blood Cultivation Realm.
Also, he hadn't expected that Heserion could actually evolve through physical contact.
Heserion stood in front of Logan, looking at him carefully and feeling nervous. "I already called you Master... Are you really not willing to slap my butt every day?"
Logan was pulled out of his thoughts by her words and smiled. "Of course I will, but I don't want to use my hands."
"Then what should I use?" Heserion asked, her big eyes full of curiosity.
Logan looked into her eyes, smiled, and took her hand, pulling her into his arms. "Use my big gun!"
Heserion didn't expect Logan to be so direct. She immediately looked panicked. "I-I'm a ghost! I can't do that!"
