"To think there's something even *I* don't know."
Confusion filled Count Brand's small eyes. He mimicked Chen Yu, craning his neck toward the castle gate. Other than the gentle light pleasantly warming his feathers, he couldn't feel anything special about it.
Chen Yu didn't know how to explain.
A Spirit Root is the very foundation for perceiving Spiritual Qi.
In Zeyarira, from the most noble Mage to the humblest farmer toiling in the fields, all living beings were effectively the same in the eyes of a Cultivator—mortals without Spirit Roots, incapable of actively perceiving and absorbing Spiritual Qi.
This was just as difficult to grasp as it was for a Cultivator to understand how the people of this world could become "Professionals"—masters of various wondrous powers—simply by training their skills, honing their willpower, and accumulating experience to break through the limits of the human body.
