Lu Ping'an, Aptitude Level Three, ranked last in the entire academy.
On his first day of school, the test platform revealed three veins of spiritual power in him, and the whole room laughed so hard they slapped the tables. Without changing expression, an elder wrote three words in the register: “Potential Class.”
No one knew that the night before, a meteor had fallen from the sky and crashed into his palm. Deep within his right hand lay a gray vein, one that had no place in this world's cultivation system.
