This disciple's fox master

The earth is painted with white, cold and stormy night—all lakes are frozen, no colors in sight. Yet a shaggy man dressed in just pieces of withered leather is aimlessly roaming around. Dragging a lifeless body, he kneeled on the crunchy snow.“Please.. live.” He murmured, with his bloody hands, he dug to the ground. Hours have passed, and he finally plopped the body—covering it again with snowy dirt. He took out a jade stone, hesitating whether to bury it with the lifeless man or not.He stood up and dragged his feet, leaving a trace of blood, he found a giant tree—wisteria, the man then rested under. “I’m sorry.. this master has failed you.” His soulless eyes rested on the green stone, his hazel locks started to water, before it began to pour, he painfully closed his eyes. A crunchy noise then was heard.