"His foundation isn't solid?" Song Yun looked at Qingluan suspiciously.
"Yeah, he has the method to utilize inner qi, but he doesn't actually have much inner qi. His strength isn't enough, and his techniques are just mediocre. How do I say this..." Qingluan frowned, pondered for a moment, then said, "It's like he's a child with a machine gun. He can pull the trigger, but he doesn't have the aim nor the strength to wield the gun. Understand?"
"Got it," Song Yun nodded. "So basically, he's just a hollow frame."
"Exactly, but his potential for development is vast," Qingluan said. "It's like cultivation in fantasy novels; ordinary people need to advance through levels and break through bottlenecks to reach Mahayana. But he's already at Mahayana; he just needs to accumulate True Yuan slowly. There's no bottleneck because he's already broken through the biggest one."
