The cold wind howled late at night. In his swaddling clothes, Shen Ping's eyes were abnormally bright. He looked at the house that was so simple that there was only a wooden table, wooden chair, and wooden bed. There were not even a few pieces of decent furniture. His eyes were a little dull. It was fine if he had reincarnated as a baby, but he had actually been born into such a poor family. He had originally thought that he was a person with great luck, but now it seemed that it was completely a fantasy.
Of course, he did not care about his identity, but the most important thing was that he might not be able to grow up safely in such an environment. If he died in the middle of the journey, his trip would have been in vain.
"What kind of world is this? I can't even sense the slightest spiritual energy. Could it be because of the reincarnation of a true spirit or because this body is too weak?"
