December 28th, clear skies.
The crisp morning air slipped into his lungs, and the gentle sunlight spilled layers of dazzling golden light over the snow-covered slopes of the Qinling Mountains. The blizzard that ravaged Anchang Village a few days ago seemed nothing more than a distant nightmare.
"We're leaving now."
"See you next time."
Standing at the village entrance of Anchang Village, Chen Yuan waved to the people who came to bid farewell, a faint smile gracing his face.
After waking up, he felt invigorated and was ready to walk back to Xuanhe Town with the Frost Giant, simultaneously devising ways to investigate its origins and test its nature.
Once it proved worthy, it could seamlessly join the wave of development in Xuanhe Town.
"Roar~"
The towering figure stood steadfastly to Chen Yuan's left, its shadow engulfing Zhao, who was sobbing uncontrollably and seemed utterly helpless.
"Sob sob sob!"
"Big Snowman, I don't want you to leave!"
