"So can I cultivate it too?" Feng Zhijiu asked eagerly.
Facing her lovely face, Xie Yuya couldn't help caressing her face. The way he looked at her also softened.
"Of course. I can even teach you myself if you want," He said while his eyes fixed on her face.
She was ecstatic and took his hand unknowingly. His eyes flickered, but he still tried his best to stabilize his emotions.
"Then what is my spiritual root? Why does this ball only show a bright white light? What element is that?" She asked quickly, eagerly waiting for his answer.
Seeing her eagerness, he smiled helplessly. "Your spiritual roots are made up of all elements."
Hearing his words, she was stunned and he continued: "If we combine all the colors in the world, what do you think it will be?"
She thought for a while and suddenly realized. Her eyes were wide open and her lips parted. He nodded and just smiled.
