"You should have learned over 30 types of cultivation arts, right?"
Sun Mo shifted the topic away.
"I've learned over 80 types I think, I can't remember clearly!"
Lu Zhiruo had always wanted to find a cultivation art suited for herself. But no matter how she practiced, her efforts would always end in failure.
Upon hearing the number, Li Ziqi stared at the papaya girl in shock. "No wonder you haven't reached the body-refinement realm yet. Did you waste your time cultivating too many arts at once?"
"No, my father said that I'm too stupid!"
Lu Zhiruo's tone became gloomy. When she first heard her father say that, she suffered such a heavy psychological impact that she was sick for an entire month. In fact, she almost died.
Li Ziqi fell silent. Given her intelligence, she understood Sun Mo was shifting the topic away on purpose. This meant that Lu Zhiruo's constitution was so bad to the extent where he had no way to speak it directly.
