"Little Werewolf, your frame is too frail. You probably aren't suited for cultivating fighting energy."
The ghost looked at Grey Wolf's small frame, holding no hope for him at all.
The truth was indeed so. In the fighting energy testing crystal, the reaction was mediocre. Better than ordinary humans by a good margin, but far inferior to the genius the ghost wanted.
So the ghost looked past Grey Wolf and glanced at the light screen again.
At this moment, the only image left in the light screen was that of Mo Qingchen.
"Little fellow, would you like to have a test?"
The Alien Race weren't ideal targets, after all, they weren't the same species. The power of fighting energy, which tempers the body, involves some secret cavities within the human body.
Among different species, although they can also cultivate, the effect will be completely different.
