The early skies brewed beautifully. The three suns of Tianxue Jingjie rose heartily from the east, eager to rule the day. Their golden beams of light peeked through the horizon, illuminating the lands.
People were out early this morning, courtesy of their early retirement the night before.
Peddlers were up and ready, setting up their stalls. Shop owners could be seen sweeping the streets, and other civilians were up and about, going about their business.
At the inn where Spark resided, Hai's little frame could be seen in a happy mood this morning, as he hummed a tune while sweeping.
Earlier, when he went to drop breakfast at the door of his customer, he found a small pouch containing seven coins. It seemed the customer wanted to extend his stay. This overjoyed Hai—now he and his father were one coin away from leaving this land.
But suddenly, his good mood was foiled, as rhythmic footsteps could be heard looming from the horizon.
