Chapter 149: White Robe, White Hair, White Longsword

Stepping out of the cave, the sky outside seemed heavy.

"Looks like a mountain rain is coming…" Zhou Sancai said.

When it comes to the climate of Bai Mountain, Zhou Sancai had quite the authority to speak. An old veteran of many years, he had long been familiar with the changing weather in the mountains.

"Should we still go down the mountain then?" Zhou Boxiong asked from the side.

Bang!

Zhou Sancai's dry tobacco pipe was knocked up again.

"You little rascal, I already said the mountain rain is coming soon. With your body like a dead pig, going downhill is asking for a fall!" Zhou Sancai said.

"Grandpa, I am your grandson, how can you call me a dead pig!" Zhou Boxiong cried out, clutching his head.

"Doesn't it look accurate?" Zhou Sancai asked.

Zhou Boxiong: "..."

Alright, it seems quite vivid.