"So what is my belief in the Martial Dao?"
Lin Zheyu murmured to himself.
He couldn't think of an answer.
He temporarily had no answer to this question.
Lin Zheyu hadn't even seriously considered what he wanted.
When he first came to this world, he had only one thought: to live, to live well.
Now, months have passed, and living is no longer a problem.
In fact, he lives far happier and more comfortably than ordinary people.
In his previous life, earning money, buying a house, getting married, and having children was his life trajectory. It wasn't idealism, nor did it have significance; it was just because everyone else lived like that, so he did too.
In this life, he doesn't lack money, doesn't need to buy a house, and no one is urging him to go on blind dates.
Without many worldly constraints, life no longer has a predetermined trajectory.
"What is my obsession, my pursuit, what do I persist in?" Lin Zheyu murmured to himself.
