He was probably the most normally dressed and ordinary-looking of all the advanced talents.
Though he was also human, he was nowhere near as cold as the magical technicians and instead exuded a gentle, refined air.
He looked like a learned scholar, quiet and peaceful.
He appeared to be no older than thirty.
Of course, apparent age was deceptive on the Endless Continent.
For all anyone knew, he could be a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
Humans could also attain the lifespan of long-lived races through specific bloodline baptisms.
The reason for this deduction was that his face looked young, yet his gaze was remarkably mature.
The eyes were the windows to the soul, as well as the first facial feature to reveal one's emotions.
He wore a round academic cap and a layered black-and-gray robe.
The enormous sleeves somewhat resembled the style of ancient Huaxia.
His hands were folded together, and the long draping sleeves even hung below his waist.
His slightly curly brown hair fell just past his earlobes. His expression was calm and indifferent, while his features were rather handsome.
Still, his looks fell short of Zong's, let alone those of the esteemed readers.
This was the [Advanced Magical Materials Graduate].
As a technical discipline so unfamiliar that even Zong Shen had heard of it for the first time, it sparked Zong's intense curiosity about the man.
"Reporting to you, great Lord."
"May knowledge always be with you."
He walked before Zong Shen at an unhurried pace and bowed respectfully.
"Welcome aboard."
"May knowledge always be with you as well."
Zong Shen gave his usual perfunctory reply.
The process was overly formalistic, yet indispensable.
Even when he was absent from the territory, the Warriors and farmers recruited by his heroes had to go together to