The night outside the hall was deep, and the candles inside the hall were bright. The pale yellow candles burned slowly, emitting a warm yellow light. The yellow light softly fell, casting two figures on the bluestone floor. The figures sat opposite each other, silent at this moment.
The High Priest Xutel slowly stood up. He walked to the corner of the side hall and calmly searched among a pile of maps and books by the bright candlelight. Xiulote wanted to help, but his grandfather waved his hand.
"My child, think carefully again about what you still need."
Upon hearing these words, Xiulote stood still, slightly tilting his head. He looked at the flickering candles on the wall, his thoughts rising and falling like the candle flame.
