Meanwhile, the emotional will inside the ring was becoming more evident.
It wasn't just "discontent" anymore, but rather leaning towards "irritation"!
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"Damn it! You're irritated now?" Chen Yan suddenly said angrily, "The Primordial Qi in you is all what I've poured into you bit by bit! It's mine! Now I want to use my stuff, and you won't give it to me?!"
Chen Yan squeezed the ring forcefully and said coldly, "What exactly are you? An Artifact Spirit?"
The ring gave no response, even the trace of feedback from that will was gradually calming down.
Chen Yan suddenly understood, it wasn't that the ring wouldn't communicate with him.
Rather…
"Is my Primordial Spirit too weak? So... I must cultivate my Primordial Spirit to communicate with the Artifact Spirit?"
The cultivation technique for the Primordial Spirit, Chen Yan had it—he just never practiced it.
