The snow began to fall heavily.
Two o'clock in the early morning.
At the entrance of Second Pavilion.
The Abbot was roused from his sleep by Zhuang Ming in a rush. He feared the heavy snowfall might have collapsed part of the temple, disrupting Young Master Zhou's rest. He was in such a panic.
When the Abbot arrived, he asked what the matter was.
Zhou Luchen, who loved to stay up late, stood at the entrance of Second Pavilion. Tall and imposing, he calmly said just three words, "Where's the key?"
What did this Second Young Master of the Zhou Family mean by that? Why would he want to enter the pilgrims' quarters in the middle of the night?
"Sir, this room is for pilgrims to stay in. It's against the rules. I really cannot give you the key... this... this concerns the pilgrims' privacy."
"Open the door."
He showed no anger; he was even very calm. Yet, in the dark night, he suddenly exuded an overwhelming authority.
