"Give up on the thought of cultivation!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the four of them turned visibly pale, especially Zhu Linxian.
"What do you mean by that?"
Feeling the sudden change in the four's emotions, Chen Zhaohu hesitated slightly, reflecting on whether he had been too blunt.
His younger brother Chen Qingling spoke straightforwardly, "Cultivation requires a spirit root! In that desolate place you're from, the spiritual energy is completely depleted. Even if you were born with a spirit root, without spiritual energy to nourish it all these years, it would have already withered away!
Thinking of cultivation without a spirit root? Wishful thinking!"
"Spirit root?" The four of them looked at each other, their faces visibly panicked.
