The ever more brilliant sunlight lit up the snow‑covered Qinling; the accumulated snow sparkled, icicles hung from the branches like crystal, and with each gust of wind, flurries of snow were blown into the air.
Winter sunlight was always lazy; on a normal day, Chen Yuan would probably move a chair into the yard and sit there, enjoying the rare clear sky.
But right now he had no time to bask in the warm sun; his brows were slightly furrowed, his thoughts surging.
After a brief time together, the Frost Giant took the initiative to reveal its origins.
But... its background was a bit special.
According to the Frost Giant, it came from an underground world called the Giant Royal Court, where the Giant Race and all kinds of Pet Beasts dwelled.
When he first heard it, Chen Yuan also found it unbelievable; the Giant Race was still understandable, but the existence of an underground world felt way too absurd.
