The sun shone slantly through the worn window lattice on the dusty table. Lin Mo rubbed his sleepy eyes, feeling the weakness of this body, with mixed feelings in his heart. He clearly remembered that he was staying up late to finish the manuscript. Why did he wake up in this strange place? The furnishings in the house are shabby, and there is a musty smell in the air. Everything indicates that the owner of this body has a humble status.
"It's really unlucky. Just go through time travel. How come you're still a loser?" Lin Mo laughed to himself and tried to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, but found that it was very pitiful. It was like a trickle, barely able to maintain the level of Qi training at the first level.
"Lin Mo, you loser, you're still sleeping in!" An arrogant shout came from outside the door, followed by a rude knock on the door. Lin Mo frowned and guessed who it was without even thinking.
The door was pushed open violently, and a young man in brocade clothes walked in with two henchmen. The boy's name is Zhao Xuan, a genius of the younger generation of the Lin family and Lin Mo's mortal enemy.
Zhao Xuan glanced sideways at Lin Mo, with a mocking arc on his lips: "Hey, isn't this the famous trash of our Lin family? Why, are you still dreaming about your supreme dream of cultivation?"
The two henchmen behind him also echoed, letting out bursts of harsh laughter. One of them took a step forward and pushed Lin Mo: "Master Zhao is talking to you. Are you deaf?"
