Elder Rum lightly waved his hand, gesturing for Ang to sit with him. The young girl Ciri remained vigilantly at the side, her gaze never leaving Ang. The elder slowly said, "Our runes originated from the ancestors of the Guanda people. They observed nature, comprehended the power of heaven and earth, and carved their beliefs into stone and wood, creating unique totem runes. Every rune has its own meaning. For example, the rune of wind symbolizes freedom and strength, while the rune of fire symbolizes destruction and rebirth. Every line and shape of a rune is the language of nature, and also our way of speaking with our ancestors." The old man pointed to a stone stele engraved with ancient, intricate symbols.
Ang gazed at the runes on the stele, a trace of reverence flashing through his eyes. He vaguely sensed that these runes were not merely patterns, but something like a mysterious power quietly flowing across the stone. Seeing how seriously Ang was listening, the old man nodded slightly and felt a faint fondness for the young man. After a moment, he continued, "However, the true mystery of runes lies not only in their forms and meanings, but in the rituals and beliefs behind them. Those who wish to understand the power of runes must hold them in reverence. Without reverence, these runes are nothing more than meaningless marks."
Ang nodded respectfully, admiration in his eyes. "Elder, I am willing to treat the faith and wisdom of the Guanda people with the utmost respect. Please believe me, I am only a seeker of knowledge." He knew that if he truly wished to understand Guanda culture, he had to respect all of this from the bottom of his heart.
Elder Rum looked at him approvingly, his tone becoming much gentler.