Another History

Their business discussion went very smoothly.

After all, Eli had only been in his twenties in his previous life, with his life barely beginning. He was not skilled at business negotiations at all.

The reason it had gone so smoothly was ultimately because the other party had been utterly sincere. Though it was called business, it was more like a favor—half sold, half given away. Of course, it was impossible that they had not made any profit at all.

As someone from that country in his previous life, Eli understood his own countrymen extremely well.

For instance, when buying clothes on the street, one might finally haggle the price down by half, while the owner wore an agonized expression. Yet only upon paying, when seeing that meaningful smile on the owner's face, would one realize who had truly profited.

Zhang Zongde looked to be only in his early thirties, quite young by all accounts.

As spiritual compatriots, the two of them got along exceptionally well.

"Has Mr. Hall ever been to China before?"

Eli sighed. "I did visit as a tourist once, but I didn't know I was a wizard at the time, so I never got to see China's Qi Cultivation World."

Mr. Zhang nodded. "That is rather unfortunate. The cultivation worlds of East and West are indeed different. In our country, in principle, everyone can cultivate qi. It is simply that aptitude varies. Thus, our traditions are generally passed down through generations; from the moment one is born, one enters the cultivation world."

"Everyone can cultivate? Then wouldn't that mean..." Zhang Zongde's words greatly surprised him. Magic depended on bloodlines; if one could not learn it, one simply could not learn it.

If everyone in the East could learn qi cultivation, did that not mean everyone could become