The sound of wind and snow could not conceal Shen Lian's voice which gradually reached somewhere in the snowstorm forest right in front.
The black tiger opened its bronze-bell-like eyes wide and all it could see in front was a snowstorm. It still felt surprised because after all, there were only a number of people who could be considered as an eminent master by his master.
Soon, it saw a person walking out from the forest filled with snow. A grey-haired old man with his white brows dropping and his white beard fluttering in the air. He was in a white robe which seemed whiter than the snow. Even the shoes sewn with cloud-shaped patterns that he was wearing was made with white hemp except for the bamboo crutch in his hand that was a greenish jade color which filled with the joy of life. It seemed to stand out in this land covered with ice and snow.