The cold wind howled and snow swirled through the air. Bu Fangzhou's vision suddenly went black. When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a vast, snowbound wilderness. Bone-chilling cold swept over him at once. He instinctively wrapped his thin clothes tighter around himself, but they did nothing to ward off the bitter chill. "Where is this?" He looked around. Everything was white; it seemed as if he were the only person between heaven and earth. Just as he stood there, bewildered and at a loss, a faint groan came from far away. Following the sound, Bu Fangzhou spotted what looked like a figure in the snow. He hurried over and discovered an old man with white hair
