Chương 549: Peng Boshou

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.