"Beiming has a fish, which is called Kun."
"Kun is so large, one cannot know its thousands of miles in size..."
Xia Yu murmured softly, her silver carving knife detailing an ice sculpture.
Soon, an ice sculpture resembling a whale spread across the countertop.
It raised its head high and opened its mouth.
Between the belly and the fins of the fish, the fins had evolved into wings.
Compared to carving a dragon, carving a Kun was much simpler.
Is Kun a whale? There are such sayings, but opinions vary. Xia Yu simply carved the Kun as she envisioned it in her heart—it was smooth all over, without the complex scales of a dragon. The key was in its vividly sculpted head.
"Hiss!"
With a stroke of the knife, as ice shavings fell, the divine eyes of the Kun took shape, slightly glittering, as if hiding a vast, endless sky inside.
Presence!
An overwhelming, majestic aura surged forward.
Everyone stared intently at the ice sculpture, their eyes completely captivated.
