"Is this really a Golden Core? And it's so much more powerful than anyone else's?"
Doubt was written all over Li Taiqing's face; he clearly found it hard to believe.
"Eldest Brother, I don't think this is a Golden Core at all. It looks like a seed."
"Exactly, exactly! It's a seed, and an underdeveloped, shriveled one at that."
"Eldest Brother, there must be something wrong with your cultivation. This has nothing to do with a Golden Core."
Ma Rufei, Chen Chaoyue, and Zhang Haijun, the three jokers, also chimed in one after another, their faces etched with concern. They were all worried that something had gone wrong with Zhang Bin's cultivation. After all, who would take them to pick up girls then?
