Embers of the Ages

Lin Baixian, a second-year student at Tianshi College. The mana value is the only one in the school, and the accuracy is the last in the school. His master is a weirdo. He was forced to practice high-level spells in his dreams every night, never showing up and never being unreasonable. If he doesn't practice well, throw him into a pile of monsters, wait until he is in a state of embarrassment, and then kick him out of the dreamland. Later, that person suddenly stopped coming. Before leaving, he didn't leave any words, only a gesture that Lin Baixian couldn't understand, and the silence dispersed into silvery white spots. That was the last time he dreamed of that person. A girl with silver hair and fox ears was transferred to the class. He has zero sense of direction, but he brings him a bowl of pumpkin porridge every day. She squatted in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and said, "This tree hurts." She said the tree remembered two people who came here often a long time ago. One always likes to sleep. The other always likes to sit under the tree and be in a daze. She said she couldn't remember who the two men were. She said that she always felt that she had forgotten something very important. Lin Baixian thought it was just a casual remark. It wasn't until later that he started seeing things he wasn't supposed to see. He saw traces hidden behind spiritual power. See the hidden truth. See the illusion that the world doesn't want to be discovered. Someone told him that those eyes could see through everything in the world. Someone told him that there are some roads that you should not walk alone. But the girl with silver hair and fox ears said nothing. She just handed him a bowl of pumpkin porridge every day. It was as if there was an agreement, but she had forgotten the content. But he never forgot to wait.