Jin Kui put the plate down to the side and looked at Qin Hao, speaking in a gentle tone.
Qin Hao didn't look at the food; his eyes fell on Jin Ni'Er and Jin Kui as he asked, "How are you two progressing?"
"Sigh! Still no sense of Spiritual Qi at all."
Jin Kui showed a bitter expression.
Jin Ni'Er also shook her head gloomily. "I can sense it, but my absorption speed is really slow. It's been several days and I haven't accumulated even a trace of Spiritual Qi."
Qin Hao said nothing. Jin Kui, face full of dejection, said, "Brother Qin, do you think maybe we just don't have the talent for being Cultivators?"
"What nonsense." Qin Hao shook his head, completely helpless. "You think Cultivation is that easy? Among mortals, even out of tens of millions, not one might have a Spiritual Root. You already have Spiritual Roots and a chance to cultivate—you're already one-in-ten-thousand geniuses!"
Hearing this, the Jin Family siblings felt a bit better.
