"Is it still not enough?"
Luo Chen uncharacteristically showed a hint of impatience.
Fu Qinglan expressed her apologies, "I'm sorry, my talent is dull, and even with two Illusion Cores, I can't make any further progress."
Dull talent?
Luo Chen shook his head. How could someone who achieves Nascent Soul Formation at the age of three hundred be called dull?
Ultimately, the amount of Spirit Mechanism contained in the Illusion Core is too little, unable to sustain a cultivator to the point of comprehending the Law's True Intent.
What he's truly unsatisfied with is "time!"
With a wave of his hand, while Fu Qinglan was puzzled, Luo Chen said, "Let me have a look at your Illusionary Chess."
Fu Qinglan was puzzled, but she didn't resist and handed over her Illusionary Chess piece.
Looking down, Luo Chen saw that the white Illusionary Chess was tainted with Black Chess, roughly around two to three percent.
