Return of the Mount Hua Sect

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

“…”

“Kuaaaaak! This is goodddd!”

Han Yi-Myung’s face drained of color as he watched in disbelief.

‘What kind of drunkard…’

Snow Dew Alcohol.

The alcoholic drink that only the upper-ranked people drank, even within the Ice Palace. Even the previous Palace Lord only drank it from a specially-made cup.

But now, this Taoist in front of him was gulping it down right from the bottle.

“Yaaah, this homemade alcohol is the best! One more bottle!”

“Taoist, I have it right here!”

“…”

But it was Seol So-Baek who stood and served the drink, not Chung Myung.

‘Where did his authority as the Palace Lord disappear to…?’

Thankfully, there were no other Ice Palace members present.

“Kuak. This alcohol is delicious.”

As they observed Chung Myung finish one bottle after another, the fundamental question arose: was this man truly a Taoist?

Although, it was not too late to consider that.

And next to Chung Myung was a pure white fur tearing into the meat.

Chachachap!

[Is this all for me?]

Chung Myung’s eyes widened in fear, but he soon nodded.

“Right, well… you did well this time.”

Hearing those words, Baek Ah stood up and pushed out her belly.

“Right, eat it, eat now.”

The two of them, no, a man and a beast, devoured the alcohol and the meat.

At that moment, Jo Gul, who was seated next to Han Yi-Myung, turned to Baek Cheon and asked.

“But, Sasuk.”

“What?”

“That bastard is still recovering. Is it alright to drink like that?”

“Leave it alone.”

“He seems to be doing better than I thought.”

“No, even if he feels better, he will die.”

“…”

What kind of conversation was this?

Han Yi-Myung shook his shocked face.

‘I don’t know anything at all.’