What a fine day it was again.
Li Qingqiu brought Yuan Li and Zhao Zhen to the mountaintop to absorb qi before the morning sun. As the purple qi streamed in from the east, the minds of all three settled into tranquility.
After their morning cultivation ended, Li Qingqiu was about to rise when Yuan Li asked, "Master, am I really suited for cultivation?"
His face was filled with confusion. Zhao Zhen, sitting on Li Qingqiu's other side, watched him, yet had no idea how to comfort him.
"Of course. In this world, no one is absolutely unsuited to cultivating the Primordial Scripture. I can see your potential. You simply need a chance to break free of your shackles. When that time comes, you'll soar into the heavens and become the most dazzling existence in the entire Qingxiao Sect—or even the whole world."
Li Qingqiu spoke seriously. He thought, Good disciple, don't give up. I'm still waiting to copy your talent.
He could understand Yuan Li's self-doubt. Yuan Li had already received treatment surpassing that of the vast majority of True Disciples, and he was always cultivating alongside Li Qingqiu. Compared with Zhao Zhen's outrageous progress, Yuan Li's cultivation speed could only be described as slow.
If Yuan Li had not already cultivated Origin Energy, he truly would have despaired.
But that was as far as he had gotten. Yuan Li could not see any hope of reaching the second layer of the Yangyuan Realm.
Hearing his master's words, Yuan Li found them difficult to believe and forced a smile.
Li Qingqiu slapped him directly and said irritably, "Foolish disciple, what exactly are you worried about? You're only six years old. When we were six, we were nowhere near as good as you. Forget us—look at the sect. How many