Sunlight streamed through the broken window lattice, slanting across a dusty table. Lin Mo rubbed his bleary eyes and felt the weakness of this body, his heart a jumble of emotions. He clearly remembered staying up late to finish a manuscript. How had he woken up in this strange place? The room was sparsely furnished, and the air smelled musty. Everything spoke to the lowly status of the body's original owner.
"What terrible luck. If I had to transmigrate, why did I have to become a good-for-nothing?" Lin Mo gave a self-deprecating smile and tried to summon the spiritual energy within him, only to find he had pitifully little, barely enough to maintain the first layer of Qi Refining.
"Lin Mo, you good-for-nothing, still lazing around in bed!" A brash shout came from outside, followed by a series of rough knocks. Lin Mo furrowed his brow. He could guess who it was without even thinking.
The door was shoved open, and a richly dressed youth strode in with two lackeys. The youth was named Zhao Xuan, a genius among the younger generation of the Lin family and Lin Mo's sworn enemy.
Zhao Xuan glanced sidelong at Lin Mo, a mocking smile curling his lips. "Well, well, if it isn't the famous good-for-nothing of the Lin family. What, still dreaming of becoming the supreme cultivator?"
The two lackeys behind him chimed in, bursting into shrill laughter. One even stepped forward and shoved Lin Mo. "Young Master Zhao is talking to you. Are you deaf?"
