"The Villeries family's grand castle—winter version, no frills, perched on a cliff."
The moment he stepped through the entrance in the oil painting, the temperature plummeted below zero.
But a temperature like this was utterly insignificant to Qi Suian. Only the native humans of the Blood Race World would have felt the chill.
Compared to the frigid temperatures of the Cold Winter World, this paled in comparison.
Here, wind and snow raged. A thick layer of snow covered the ground, blanketing the entire grand castle.
Only its silhouette revealed it to be a perfect, one-to-one replica of the Villeries family's grand castle.
"So lifeless. Even more desolate than the real one outside. I have no idea where this place is."
Qi Suian was certain this wasn't the real world. He followed the lone path and flew directly toward the winter version of the Villeries family's grand castle.
Upon arriving, he pushed open the massive doors, which were frozen solid.
