"A few months ago, I secretly tested your root bone,"
Li Xiangping paused for a few breaths, then turned to look down at Li Xuanxuan, who was full of excitement and expectation, and spoke again:
"There is no spirit aperture in your qi sea."
Li Xuanxuan felt like thunder had struck on a sunny day, his mind went blank, a surge of bitterness flooded his heart, his eyes turned red, his lips tightly pursed, a look of utter disbelief on his face.
He did not understand much about the scarcity of spirit apertures in the world, only feeling that although the number of cultivators in the entire village was less than a handful, both of his elders were cultivators, and even a branch of his family had produced a Li Qiuyang. He thought that no matter how poor his talent was, he should have a spirit aperture.
Now, hearing that he was devoid of a spirit aperture and would remain a mortal all his life, his heart sunk into darkness, and his eyes gradually moistened.
