"Although I can't cultivate, perhaps Weiwei can."
Jiang Fan had a sudden thought, unable to hold back such an idea from surfacing.
To be honest, he had long suspected that Su Weiwei had a special constitution.
She obviously hadn't cultivated any technique, yet she could endure his training.
Her constitution even seemed to increase day by day.
So, it's no surprise if Su Weiwei possesses a Spirit Root.
It's just unclear what kind of Spirit Root she'll have.
And once Su Weiwei can cultivate, it would mean she has the power of self-defense.
That way, he could rest assured about Su Weiwei's safety.
"Well, never mind, this isn't urgent."
"Let's first test the effects of the Blood Ginseng Pill."
Jiang Fan took a deep breath, took out a Blood Ginseng Pill, the size of a thumb, completely blood-red and crystal clear, exuding a rich medicinal aroma, almost intoxicatingly fragrant.
