The night wind howled mournfully, cawing crows cried; within the desolate mountain stood a dilapidated temple.
Six individuals were stationed at various corners of the decrepit temple.
Two women with beautiful faces, dressed in pristine white gowns that exuded purity and untouchable grace, stood in the center of the ruined temple.
A short, gaunt old man with a Bamboo Hat on his head and a straw cape over his shoulders squatted in a corner, weaving a bamboo basket.
A pale, frail scholar held incense sticks and, with eyes closed, prayed devoutly before a broken statue of a deity.
A burly, shirtless man leaned against a pillar, eyes shut as he rested. In his arms, he held a glamorous woman clad in an expensive fur coat, who was listlessly twirling her hair.
