Ninety percent chance... that I can successfully form a core? Qu Jianlei was dumbfounded, his mouth agape.
He had actually given up on forming a core. A hundred years ago, he was still a bit unwilling, but fifty years ago, he had completely abandoned the idea. Although he told himself that finding the Thousand-year Yin Yang Ganoderma might give him another chance, he truly had no motivation to seek it out.
He had even imagined his own death—dying in battle when a significant event occurred at the Crimson Pheonix.
He only hoped that before he died, he could see her surprised gaze, and that would make life perfect.
Now, upon suddenly hearing he still had a ninety percent chance to form a core, he was left with a blank mind.
He did not want to believe this claim, but Feng Jun's deduction... could it be wrong?
Why did Crimson Pheonix send him to protect in secret, and why did Taiqing have so many upstanding people come to strongly invite? That was the mark of ability!