In the middle of winter, heavy snow was falling. The blizzard had been going on for three days. The whole world was covered in silver, and all he could see was the White Dragon Snow Lion. In the vast mountains in the North, the cold wind made a sharp and shrill whistle as it brushed against the bare treetops.
A stream of air came from the distance, leaving a trail in the swirling snow, and crashed into the snowman sitting cross-legged on the Black Rock.
"Pfft!"
With a soft sound, the snowman cracked and the outer layer of snow fell off, revealing a handsome middle-aged man with deep facial features. His eyes were like a cold pool, unfathomable.
"AI!"
