The terrain of Tiantu Mountain is perilous, with three sheer cliffs and one side facing the river.
On the steep peaks and amidst dense forests, a sizable mountain stronghold is hidden.
On the morning of July 3rd in the lunar calendar, the sunlight was exceptionally bright.
A man and a woman dressed in dark clothing were patrolling the stronghold, laughing and talking as they went.
Shortly after, the pair arrived at the entrance of a cave.
The cave was dark, humid, and unusually deep, without any lighting tools.
Using the dim light at the entrance, they could faintly make out a wooden prison deep inside, where an elderly blind man knelt.
The old man appeared pitiful—not blind in the traditional sense, but with hollow eye sockets, entirely devoid of eyeballs.
He wore ragged grass clothes, his long white hair strewn messily down his back, and his emaciated face was crisscrossed with deep-set wrinkles.
Judging by his looks, he must have been seventy or eighty years old.
