The dilapidated wooden house smells of moldy straw, and the people next door are noisy and evicting people. Chen Feng lowered his head and looked at his hands. They were so thin that they were skin and bones, and there was a hideous scar on the inside of his wrist. Originally from a branch of the Chen family, at the age of sixteen, his spiritual roots were broken and his cultivation was completely useless. He slowly raised the corners of his mouth - the Great Wilderness Swallowing Heaven Technique in his previous life could be swallowed even if the spirit root was broken. Chen Hao kicked the door open and told him to get out, and stretched his legs to trip him. Chen Feng didn't stop and stepped on it.
