Mo Hua read through the cultivation art's description again. There were only a few sparse lines on it, saying that this art had no restrictions on the grade or attribute of one's spiritual root; the number of spiritual-power heavenly cycles cultivated from it was on the lower side; its bottleneck lay in spiritual sense; and those who were not array masters were not suited to practice it.
Although it did not specify which spiritual objects were required, these descriptions carried a strange air.
How could there be a cultivation art that did not restrict spiritual roots?
It was understandable that the spiritual power refined from it would be meager. After all, since it did not restrict spiritual roots, that meant even low-grade roots could cultivate it, so the spiritual power produced naturally would not be profound.
But what did it mean that the bottleneck lay in spiritual sense? And why were those who were not array masters unsuited to practice it?
Mo Hua frowned in thought. He did not know how long had passed before Mr. Zhuang opened his eyes. "Have you chosen?"
Only then did Mo Hua come back to himself. "This disciple has chosen, but I don't know which one is more suitable."
"Bring them here and let me see."
Mo Hua respectfully handed the few cultivation arts he had picked to Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang looked through them one by one, his expression unruffled, though inwardly he was somewhat unhappy.
The cultivation arts Mo Hua had chosen were all ones Old Kui had picked. Of the ones he himself had selected, Mo Hua had not chosen a single one. This made Mr. Zhuang feel he had lost quite a bit of face.
It was not until he turned to the final jade slip that Mr. Zhuang's