The Dark Magic Books Were Less Useful Than Expected

Lin Feng felt he should make one thing clear.

He wasn't taking the Radiant Magic Book because he was greedy.

He simply thought a book this powerful was being wasted here. Centuries could pass without anyone giving it a glance!

Why not let it travel with him? It could accomplish great things and help people everywhere. What could be better?

Anyway, he wasn't about to admit that he'd taken a fancy to something valuable.

Lin Feng smacked his lips and glanced around furtively, then quietly tucked the Radiant Magic Book into his coat...

Huh?

The next second, he stopped, baffled. What the hell am I doing? Why am I acting like a thief?

There wasn't another living creature around. Who was he afraid would see him?

Lin Feng couldn't help laughing at himself.

He could just put the book in his storage space.

There was too much in it. Reading the whole thing would take him a long time.

Since he'd decided to take it, he could put it away for now and look through the other books. He could read the Radiant Magic Book at his leisure later.

He slipped it into his storage space and turned to the other books.

Just then, several Dark Magic Books that had retreated far away when the Radiant Magic Book appeared slowly floated back toward him.

Apparently, they still hadn't given up on him.

Lin Feng rubbed his chin for a moment, then grabbed one.

Curiosity had won out. He wanted to know what was inside.

He had picked up the same book that had collided with the Radiant Magic Book earlier.

The other Dark Magic Books had all kept their distance. This was the only one that had dared to take it head-on, so it was probably the strongest of them.