Overcast skies cast a gloomy pall over a muddy street in Shanqing Town.
Even the liveliest towns have their dark, decrepit sides, not to mention Shanqing Town, an obscure entity within Leizhou.
Decrepit houses, walls overrun with weeds sneaking through the cracks, and a few hefty geckos lounging about – all signs that this street had long been forgotten by the world.
At this moment, a strange man clad in red, reeking of alcohol and with two metal Iron Flutes tucked into his hair, stumbled in.
A young woman accompanied him.
She wore simple cloth attire and had slightly dark skin – she looked to be a villager from nearby.
Her eyes were glued to the stranger by her side, much like a lamb being led away by someone unfamiliar.
Seeing that they were alone, the Iron Flute-bearing Thunder Listener said, "This place will do."
"Strip."
His voice was hoarse and strangely magnetic.
The woman's eyes were vacant. Nodding, she began to unfasten her belt.
