Even Su Shi'er's brows twitched when he heard this news. But only for an instant; his expression soon returned to its usual calm.
The moment Jiang Xueyan had said that the man's Sword Dao placed little importance on spiritual root aptitude, he had vaguely realized that the East Sea Sword Saint's aptitude could not be very good.
Still, a low-grade gold spiritual root left him somewhat astonished.
The man's spiritual root aptitude might have been ordinary, but his strength far surpassed that of every kind of genius. He was terrifyingly powerful!
Perhaps... even if I sacrificed my sword to activate Witness of Heaven, I still might not be his match?
The thought flashed through his mind. Su Shi'er looked up at the sky, his expression contemplative.
After all, they had never truly fought. He could not predict what the outcome would be.
By comparison, he was more concerned about what the man would do next.
The cultivator with mismatched eyes looked at Jiang Xueyan, unable to hide his shock, and cried out involuntarily, "A low-grade gold spiritual root? How... how is that possible?"
If the man in the sky had been an exceptional genius, or even someone with above-average aptitude, that would have been understandable.
But a low-grade gold spiritual root placed him among those with almost the worst spiritual root aptitude.
The contrast between the man's aptitude and the strength he had displayed felt dreamlike, bizarre-even absurd.
In the Cultivation World, spiritual root aptitude might not have been everything, but without good aptitude, the path of cultivation was destined to be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
It was just like the difference between children from humble households in the mortal world and the descendants of great families that had accumulated their foundations over several, even dozens of generations.