The snowman was initially lifeless, but came to life because of an inadvertent act by Miss Yun.
Yun Qian reached out, took the iron shovel gleaming with cold light, and in Xu Chang'an's astonished gaze, she cleanly and neatly chopped off the snowman's head.
The snowman's irregularly shaped round head rolled to Xu Chang'an's feet.
If someone could see special things, they would find many dark, eerie auras descending upon the snowman's head.
But now, they're gone.
"..."
The gentle breeze brushed against the face, and the clouds above the Frosty Heaven seemed to sigh in relief, resuming their flow.
As the shovel in Yun Qian's hand clanged to the ground, the dark light in the snowman's handprint began to gradually fade, and at the same time, the anxious Thunder Tribulation brewing above the Nine Heavens finally dissipated.
In this world, some creations inherently carry karma.
As if the stories Xu Chang'an told of Nuwa.
Miss Yun is no different.
