Magic Inheritance: the Path of Counterattack Between Master and Apprentice

The moonlight passed through the hole in the dome of the abandoned magic academy, casting a mottled coldness. Lin Feng's fingertips were only a few centimeters away from the ancient rune on the wall. The air was filled with a strange smell of dust mixed with rotting wood. He is just an ordinary boy who likes adventure, and this legendary ruins is his goal tonight. "Just touch it." The thought flashed through my mind, curiosity overriding caution.