The desolate and hopeless Chu Lin, who was abruptly changing color just a moment ago, was dumbstruck to find that everything had regressed to the moment before he took action just as soon as Wang Zijia gently tapped his forehead. Everything he had just experienced seemed like an illusion.
"Continue!"
The voice of Wang Zijia, devoid of any slightest emotional fluctuation, broke out during his stupor.
"Ah, oh!"
Chu Lin immediately collected his mind and initiated the breakthrough process once more.
What surprised Wang Zijia was that this time it went incredibly smoothly, and success seemed imminent.
However, probably due to insufficient foundation and preparation, it seemed likely that he would cultivate a Nine Grades?
Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment, once again reached out and tapped his forehead, reassigning his points.
"Again!"
Chu Lin fell into a daze again, then without a word, refocused his mind.
