“This... is my cultivation aptitude really that good?”Wang baole, who had always been proud, now had a rare doubt about himself.
He had no choice but to doubt it. In that short period of time, the number of musical notes in his body had increased by nearly ten thousand, causing the number of overlapping musical notes in his body to reach nearly thirty thousand.
He had thought about this before, but it required him to continuously comprehend it in order to obtain it. But now... he was just standing there, listening to the noise in the city, and the notes in his body.., were like beans that kept popping out.
Even he was deeply shocked by this scene.
This feeling was similar to when he was on Earth, before he was admitted to ethereal dao college. When he was studying in his hometown, he was confident that as long as he learned it, he would definitely be able to get 100 marks.
