Little Ling said calmly, "Nine golden cores, this situation..."
Its tone suddenly rose, "What did you say! You've condensed nine golden cores inside your body?!"
Chen Fan nodded, "Yeah, not more, not less, exactly nine."
With inner sight into his dantian, the nine golden cores, each brimming with tremendous power, were slowly rotating, ready at his command to harness the power of the nine cores in an instant.
At this moment, Chen Fan felt that, with a mere wave of his hand, he could shatter a mountain peak or stem the flow of a river.
This was clearly not the level of power one would expect from a newcomer to the Golden Core Realm, but this was the very real sensation that the nine golden cores afforded him.
Little Ling fell silent in an instant.
Seeing that Little Ling was quiet, Chen Fan asked, "Little Ling, why aren't you speaking? Could there be a problem with my nine golden cores?"
