Two men and a dog were walking in the snow, heading down toward the foot of the snow mountain. Even Chen Feng had not anticipated that they would succeed so smoothly this time; he had been prepared for a long battle. To his surprise, they managed to subdue the King of Tibetan Mastiffs on the second day of ascending the snow mountain.
On the slopes of the snow mountain, two men of different heights watched the figures of Chen Feng and his companions. The taller man was wearing only a purple-red monk's robe in the snowy weather, which reached down to his feet, walking barefoot, with one arm exposed, and over his upper body, he wore a certain type of vestment with a purple-red cloak twice the length of his body trailing behind him.
The shorter man appeared much younger. Unlike the taller man who stood a head above him, he was dressed in many layers of warm clothing, yet he still seemed to be shivering.
