Forced Marriage

Splendid cloud formations transformed over the top of the sleepy village.

The rustic, long forgotten village was just as peaceful as it had always been, only with someone missing.

A youth to whom the villagers were unanimously and unequivocally indebted.

At this moment, the villagers gathered in small groups, passing the time with chatter, chess, and wine. But the name Ling Xian would come up intermittently throughout their conversations. These villagers were greatly concerned about his well-being.

"Ah, Ling Xian’s been gone nearly a month now, not a word on how he is." An elderly man sighed.

"He should be fine. He’s more skilled than anyone we know. He’s got a kind heart. The Heaven’s will look after him," Another elderly man said, his voice filled with concern, uncertain if he was trying to convince the others or himself.