"Take care of each other, young man, may the Flame of the Holy Fire illuminate your path," the old man gave one last glance at the sunset in the distance, as if it were the last afterglow over the Sand Sea: "I am old, this may be the last time I walk this road, it may also be the last time I see such a sight, I just hope that one day after I die, Istania will remain peaceful for a long time—"
'After I die, Istania will remain peaceful for a long time—'
Fang Hong suddenly remembered where he had heard such words before.
And the solemn face of the King of Sand, Barbaltan, once again appeared in his memory, only to disappear in a moment.
...
After bidding farewell to the old man, he entered the city alone.
As he passed through the city gates, he removed his headscarf and wind-blocking neck wrap, glancing around — Miss Ship's Officer had said they would come to give him a welcome. But before he found anyone, he heard a voice coming from one side of the street:
"Ade!"
