The cold mountain wind howled endlessly around the small wooden hut at the peak of Night Pool Mountain.
Snow drifted across the red stone surface while the flames inside the fire pit crackled softly, casting dancing shadows across the aged face of Academy Master Da Vinci.
Tony Clark silently stared at the old man while slowly rotating the jade teacup between his fingers. The herbal fragrance inside the room was calming, but the atmosphere between them was anything but peaceful.
"What is your exchange offer, Elder?" Tony finally asked with a serious look. "Tell me… what can you give against 500 years of lifespan?!"
Da Vinci did not answer immediately.
The old man slowly lifted the tea cup toward his lips and took a long sip before placing it back near the fire pit.
"My Supreme inheritance," he finally replied in a heavy tone.
Tony's brows twitched slightly.
