Northernmost Land, a vast glacier stretching ten thousand miles.
Amid these snowbound mountains and rivers, white as far as the eye could see, the little Thatched Hut still sent thin curls of smoke into the air.
As the hut's owner, the man casually tossed several freshly hunted beasts outside.
Just as he was about to skin them, the man suddenly raised his head and said with considerable displeasure, "Sun Qian, this isn't the Martial Temple. It's not a place where you can come and go as you please!"
Immediately afterward, the heavy door curtain of the Thatched Hut was lifted, and the ruddy-faced Sun Temple Keeper slowly emerged.
After glancing at the man, he took out a palm-sized wine gourd from his waist, gently shook it, and smiled. "Brother Hou Jing, you've had quite the harvest lately. I haven't had the chance to taste fine wine steeped with a Spirit Wandering Realm Demon Core in centuries."
The man's face immediately darkened, his tone icy. "Sun Qian, if you dare touch that wine, I'll skin you alive!"
As he spoke, the hand gripping the beast abruptly tightened, and a hide covered in white fur was torn right off.
Sun Qian's mouth twitched at the sight. After a brief daze, he lifted his chin slightly and looked down his nose at the man. "Then today, I absolutely will touch it. Others may fear you, Hou Jing, but I, Sun Qian, do not!"
Bang!!!
The next instant, a heavy force burst directly against Sun Qian's chest, sending him flying into the Thatched Hut like a sack of sand.
Despite such tremendous force, the entire Thatched Hut remained completely unscathed.
Hou Jing smoothly caught the wine gourd flung into the air, his face still terrifyingly cold.
"Ow, my old back! You little bastard, you