Golden Light: Nearly Sold from the Start

By the eastern banks of Qiongtai, it leans against towering peaks, its misty clouds brushing the crimson sky.

Outside the gate, fir trees twist into strange shapes, while chickens and dogs wander freely among the clouds.

“Thud!”

In a dimly lit cell, two people in black cloaks carried in a bloodied figure and tossed him inside like a rag.

One of them grumbled,

“Still trying to run? If we weren’t almost there, I’d have tossed him in the mountains to feed the wolves.”

“Enough complaining.”

“Leave him here. If he gets better, we can sell him for a little money. If he dies, we’ll just throw him out.”

As they spoke, the two locked the cell door and walked away.