In the bathroom, red-colored steam lingered around.
"Oh no, I was too anxious!"
Gu Xiuxun's eyebrows wrinkled so tightly it could squeeze crabs to death. The density of the spirit qi inside the bathroom had been enough for her to successfully breakthrough to the next level. However, she didn't expect that Ying Baiwu and Lu Zhiruo could swallow the spirit qi up like a bottomless pit.
A cultivator's innate gift—other than wisdom and willpower—was more on aptitude. After all, cultivation was about absorbing the spirit qi from heaven and earth to continuously become stronger.
This was like trying to become a professional athlete. If one didn't have a good foundation, even if they were to train until death, they wouldn't be able to become one, not to mention achieving any medal.
If one wanted to earn a living by being an athlete, they should have a good aptitude to begin with.
