Wang Xiao

The sun shone brightly to illuminate the world. The sky was azure with not a speck tainted by pearly white clouds.

Within a valley, there was a village. The village was very plain, it was made out of simple wooden houses. Smoke continuously surged out of the chimneys of the wooden houses. It polluted the air with a grey hue and a fishy smell.

The village occupied the whole valley. However, it was not large. There were only a couple hundred villagers living inside the village. They consisted of the old, young, male, female etc.

The sound of children's laughter and the harsh voices of their mothers continuously wandered around the village.

In one of the larger wooden houses in the village was a red-haired boy. He was only 8 years old, he had azure eyes and a delicate face. He was better than average in terms of his appearance.