The clear breeze through the mountain ravine stirred troubled thoughts.
The Silver Dragon thundered, its rumble crashing into the ears.
Luo Chen stood at the edge of the cliff, his eyes full of sorrow.
Suddenly, a surprised voice came from beside him.
"Fellow Daoist Luo Chen, you're here again. Don't tell me someone from your Luo Tian Association is about to establish their foundation again!"
Turning his head, Luo Chen saw Nangong Jin, his face full of surprise.
Nangong Jin still lived nearby.
Luo Chen forced a smile. "Someone did attempt Foundation Establishment, but unfortunately, they failed."
Before Nangong Jin could express his regret at those words, he instinctively felt a trace of relief as well.
This strange reaction made his expression rather strange.
Luo Chen frowned and stared at him.
Nangong Jin gave a dry cough. "Failure in Foundation Establishment is only human nature. So long as one isn't a cultivator with a Heavenly Spirit Root, no matter how outstanding one's aptitude or how thorough one's preparations, there will still be that sliver of a chance of failure. Fellow Daoist, don't take it too much to heart."
Luo Chen did not understand.
"Why can cultivators with Heavenly Spirit Roots pass through without obstruction, while those with other aptitudes cannot? What about those with Two Spirit Roots? Those with Heterogeneous Spirit Roots?"
Nangong Jin smiled faintly.
"Why is a Heavenly Spirit Root not called a Single Spirit Root, but instead a Heavenly Spirit Root? Is it not because such people are blessed by heaven and favored by the Heavenly Dao?"
"As for those with other aptitudes..."
Nangong Jin paused before casually asking, "Let me ask you this: how much can one Low-Grade Foundation Establishment Pill increase the chance of success?"
"Thirty percent!"
"Then even if a Qi Refining cultivator has