Through the pure and immaculate magic glass, Mi Fang admired the snowy scenery outside the window.
This was the Ice Sculpture Royal Capital.
Even the strongest wind and snow, upon falling here and being attenuated by a large number of alchemy arrays, would turn into tiny, pristine flakes of snow.
These snowflakes were extremely minute, emitting a faint, lustrous glow outward. Amidst the shimmering lights of the royal capital, they appeared serene, noble, and elegant.
Every time he looked at such snowy scenery, it made Mi Fang linger and forget to return.
He paused in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a hot drink in his hand, his brow laced with comfort and contentment.
This residence was located in the central area of the royal capital, a place not only where every inch of land was worth a fortune, but one requiring both power and high status to possess.
And he, Mi Fang, had relied solely on his own efforts for over twenty years to finally earn the qualification to stand here and admire the snow.
Initially, he came to the Ice Sculpture Kingdom from afar as a member of the human race to study.
Mi Fang came from a humble background and understood the logic of climbing upward.
His luck was not bad. Heaven had given him both the aptitude of a gold-level bloodline and a handsome appearance. Even among the Snow Elf race, he was quite delicate and handsome.
Beauty came in many forms, and the aesthetics of various races differed. Dwarves revered solidity and sturdiness, demons favored ferocity and terror, while elves favored daintiness and magnificence.
Mi Fang's appearance was very close to the aesthetic of the elf race, which made him widely welcomed by female elves.
While still a student, he keenly perceived his advantage in