C14 Trash Genius!

Lin Mo couldn't see his own face. What appeared in front of him was a mystical painting. It was a painting of heaven and earth, with soul force as ink. The soul force was like rising smoke in the air, like a dream.

What was going on?

"Hehe, kid. You have to thank me. When I woke up, A bit of residual soul power entered your body, and the soul power contained fragments of some martial techniques