Qi Tian stared at Wang Jian for two breaths before turning to Wang Fuqiang.
"Has your son ever had his spiritual root tested?"
Wang Fuqiang froze.
"Well... not yet."
He glanced at his son, a hint of helplessness in his voice.
"Jian'er has always had rather ordinary talent. He's fifteen now, but he's still only at the first layer of Qi Condensation. He hasn't made the slightest progress this whole time."
After saying that, he added,
"Though, the boy has always been rather friendly with cats, dogs, birds, and some smaller beasts."
Qi Tian gave a slight nod.
Fifteen years old and only at the first layer of Qi Condensation. With even slightly better talent, he should at least have reached the second layer by now.
It seemed his aptitude really was mediocre.
But that wasn't important.
