บท 118: Starlight Between the Fingers (I)

The archbishop said no more. Supported by Priest Xin, he slowly departed. In the twilight, the elder's stooped body seemed somewhat lonely. Unlike those three youths that had been running under the evening light, this elder was a true setting sun, and no one knew if he would be able to climb back up once he had set behind the mountains.

After a very long time, the priests, teachers, and students finally dared to rise. Gazing at the archbishop's figure in the twilight, the crowd ran the gamut of emotions through their faces, yet none of them dared to show the slightest disrespect.