The golden morning glow, on those distant towering peaks, gathers into countless golden beams, writhing in the cloud cover, gradually forming a red mist that dyes the sunset peak's brilliant clouds a crimson red.
"Since you know what needs to be done, why not do it immediately? Are you hesitating over this old man's worthless life? This is not like your style! Besides, this old man has lived for over four thousand years, has lived enough, and is tired. To be able to do such a meaningful great deed at the last moment of life, I can die without regret!"
"Don't talk about yourself being so great, nor make your life sound so worthless. Sometimes, what requires courage and determination is not the person sacrificing, but the one who personally sends off the sacrificer. Isn't that so?"
