Infiltration

Gu Mu-Song slammed his drinking glass on the table; his face already turning red from overindulgence.

"That bastard… Who does he think he is..?!"

"The Grandmaster seems to be drinking a bit more heavily tonight. I'm curious why that is."

Gu Mu-Song stared across the table at the pretty young disciple who was already pouring him another drink.

"It is of no concern to you, Seol Yeon. That new grandmaster is even more annoying than that old monk and his dead ex-wife. The nerve of him to humiliate me over that unnecessarily large sow. I wasn't even going to do anything to her!"

"The new grandmasters..? A large sow..?" She asked. 

Gu Mu-Song stared drunkenly at the face of the young disciple.

She was one of only thirty-five women in the poison cloud sect. And he had already lain with almost all of them.

They were his personal garden of flowers that he was allowed to pick from and inhale at any moment he so chose.