[Sister Xian'er.]
[Young Master?] Si Xianxian was somewhat surprised, her voice sweet as honey, [What's the matter?]
[Are you in the seclusion room?]
[I am! I've been diligently cultivating, no slacking!] Si Xianxian misunderstood, thinking Lu Ran was checking up on her, and pursed her lips.
[That's good! You know, you've already bound with the Divine Sculpture; every day you're deepening the fusion with it.]
[Yes.] Si Xianxian nodded repeatedly.
Lu Ran had told her before: the more deeply she fused with the sculpture, the higher her talent and potential would grow, increasing her cultivation speed and growth limits!
When she first heard the news, Si Xianxian felt like she was living in a dream!
Even now, she still finds it hard to believe.
Enhancing talent and potential, raising cultivation limits—isn't that supposed to be a benefit granted only by divine blessings?
In the forty years since the gods descended, how many people have truly received such blessings?
