The setting sun was a magnificent spectacle, an aging life, an unknown destiny, and also, soon, a beautiful encounter.
Xiulote gazed up at the Great Temple. He could not see the statue inside the Temple, nor did he notice the palace behind the Temple, and he could not see the immortal Sun, Trakel Er.
His mood had calmed down. Years of arduous samurai training and the life-and-death grind of the battlefield had fortified his spirit sufficiently, given him enough self-control, and endowed him with enough courage to face all difficulties and dangers.
He had no knowledge of the conversation that had just occurred. He merely saw an elderly man with kind and gentle eyes, coming toward him with a smile that felt like a breath of spring.