Mo Han grew up in the Far North under the care of two ice elves: Bing Ling, whom he regarded as his mother, and Feixue, who was like an affectionate aunt. He learned that his human parents were killed in a demon beast attack, but he had no memory of them and his emotional world remained peaceful, shaped by the pure love of the elves. Bing Ling taught him ice magic, and Feixue filled his days with warmth and play. Although he could never defeat them in sparring, he trained relentlessly, vowing to become strong enough to protect the two most important beings in his life.On his sixteenth birthday, Bing Ling gave him a gift labeled “freedom,” telling him that as a human, he should go to the human world, attend school, make friends, and learn the knowledge and wisdom that only humanity had accumulated over centuries. Feixue protested, worried that Mo Han, innocent and only level eighteen, would be deceived. Bing Ling explained that human creativity and learning ability were unmatched, and that limiting him to their teachings would hinder his growth. She assured Feixue that elves also lived among humans, and that the human world was not as dangerous as she imagined.Mo Han was reluctant to leave the only home he knew, but he obeyed. The night before departure, Bing Ling and Feixue discussed the history of Saint Luo Continent: the first elves were born from nature and magic, but greed for power created demon beasts, which regained reason and became the demon clan. In ancient times a mysterious invasion nearly destroyed the continent until a hero elf unleashed holy light and drove the enemies away. The continent was named Saint Luo to commemorate that salvation. The demon clan, prideful and power‑hungry, chose war with humans, while the elves chose peace. After a long war, with elf aid, humans triumphed and became the dominant race. Bing Ling believed that Mo Han needed exposure to human knowledge to surpass his teachers.Early the next morning, Bing Ling and Feixue used a snowstorm to transport Mo Han to the border of the Far North, where a human town lay covered in snow. At parting, Feixue stuffed precious healing herbs into his hands, lamenting she could not produce potions. Bing Ling handed him three ice crystals that would protect him in danger. She told him he could always return if he was unhappy. Mo Han stepped resolutely into the town.The town was unlike anything he had seen. The houses were delicate, the lights warm, and an enticing aroma drifted from a tavern. Following the scent, he entered and found burly men drinking and feasting. His arrival silenced the room, and he froze with nervousness. The landlady kindly invited him in and gave him a cup of milk. He drank too quickly and choked violently, causing everyone to laugh. The patrons teased him good‑naturedly, and a bearded man apologized and paid for another cup. They boasted loudly about battles with snow apes, ice bears, and even elves, all to impress the wide‑eyed boy. The landlady whispered that most of their tales were exaggerated, but their hearts were good.Mo Han slowly relaxed, realizing they meant no harm. Listening to their exaggerated adventures, he felt a mix of curiosity and wonder. He had spent all his years isolated in the ice field with only two elves, and now the bustling, noisy human world was unfolding before him. The landlady brought him a plate of hot food, and as he stared at it, his stomach growled. But before he could eat, he recalled Bing Ling’s parting words and the path ahead: he was determined to learn, to grow strong, and one day return home proud. The journey into the unknown had only just begun.
