And so, Shen Qiuyang sent the man away.
After the man left, Shen Qiuyang went back inside. She picked up the bamboo tube, withdrew the portrait within, and laid it out flat. Gazing at the person in the painting, she suddenly paused in surprise.
"Eh? Isn't this..."
The landscape was of a uniform color, and by the river lay a large White Tiger, lounging beneath a tree to escape the heat.
Seasons had changed into summer, with the weather growing hotter and hotter.
Lately, Da Bai had begun to shed its fur and appeared to be suffering from the summer lethargy. Apart from eating and playing with Xiao Hua in the evening, it usually lazed around.
It squinted, dozing off, when suddenly its ears twitched, as if it heard the sound of footsteps.
The man made his way to the riverside, the sun glaring above, the weather oppressively hot, causing him to sweat profusely, even his white robe was damp.
