Lu Ping'an, a third-level intellectual, ranked last in the hospital.
On the first day of school, he measured three spiritual power lines on the test bench, and everyone in the room burst into laughter and slapped the table. The elder wrote three words on the roster without expression - "Potential Class".
No one knew that just the night before, a meteor falling from the sky crashed into his palm. A gray line that should not exist in this world's cultivation system was lying quietly deep in his right hand.
