The snow mountain temple was a luxurious palace.
Outside, the cold wind howled; inside the hall, the brazier blazed fiercely.
A handsome young man with golden hair and a hooked nose lay on an expensive, soft beast-pelt couch, embracing beautiful maidservants to either side as his hands roamed over them. The room was warm as spring, and the maidservants wore only thin silk tops, lending them a peculiar charm. It was truly a life of carefree pleasure.
A tray atop a low table beside the couch was piled with bloody raw meat. The golden-haired man tore into it in great mouthfuls, blood staining his lips...
The door opened, and an old monk entered the sensual room and approached the couch. Smiling broadly, he greeted the young man indulging himself. The maidservants hurriedly clutched their clothes closed and tried to rise, only to be held down, unable to move.
The old monk paid it no mind.
"Protector Huang, Master has sent word for us to be cautious in the coming days. He has divined that someone intends to interfere with our teachings' construction of Snow Mountain Temple."
Protector Huang, the golden-haired man, reluctantly gave one of the maidservants a grab, leaving streaks of bloody scratches across her. She forced a smile, not daring to show the slightest displeasure.
He sniffed the lingering fragrance on his fingers before finally turning to the old monk.
"Oh? Our teachings reign supreme across the world. Who would dare cause trouble? Rest assured, my father ordered me to ensure Snow Mountain Temple's construction proceeds on schedule. Whoever dares come, I'll tear him apart."
"Very good. Please continue, Protector Huang."
The old monk turned and left. The golden-haired man surnamed Huang resumed his revelry...
Once outside, the old monk curled his lips in a disdainful sneer and