"Only 70%?"
Lin Jinyang's heart trembled with panic, worrying that he was a pitiful person abandoned by heaven.
"Sixth Brother, there's no need to be nervous, just let it go with the flow."
Lin Qingluo's warm smile encouraged him.
"That's right."
Shitou, for once, refrained from being glib, disclosing a thoughtful understanding, "We should be grateful for being able to cultivate our Spirit Roots in the first place. Best if they mutate, but if not, don't blame anyone and risk giving rise to inner demons that would hinder our future cultivation."
"Shitou, that was well thought out."
Jinghong rode her divine sword like a meteor, clapping her hands in approval, "That was profound indeed. We must have underestimated you before."
"Hehe."
Shitou's ears reddened, and instead of boasting, he scratched his head foolishly.
"Shitou has indeed changed a lot since serving in the Security Battalion."