A simple and unadorned pavilion. The drizzle that carried a hint of coldness. Shen Ping closed the book and walked to the window. He looked at the rain outside the window and fell into deep thought. "In that case, the patterned lamp in my body is the longevity lamp. I was born to be a nine-star Life Luminarist.
"But why did my mother tell me not to expose the longevity lamp in my body? Is there a reason? Or is it that people with the longevity lamp will encounter some unpredictable danger in the early stages?"
He did not doubt his mother's words at all. If a person who could use her life as the price to create his future was not trustworthy, then no one in the world could be trusted.
He thought for a moment, then suppressed the thought. Now that he had just become a Luminarist, it was useless to think about this. The most important thing now was to increase his strength as soon as possible so that he could better comprehend fate.
