At that moment, a youth walked in. He wore a black robe patterned with stars and was a young priest.
"Grandpa Priest! It's so late—you should get some rest soon," the youth said with a faint, concerned smile as he looked at the old man.
The old man revealed a gentle smile. "Wait a little longer. I'll be finished writing soon. These are some insights I've gained over the years; they may help young priests like you. After I die, the great Star God's faith will need to be spread by all of you."
Hearing this, the youth could not help showing a sorrowful expression, because the old man truly did not have much time left to live.
The old man was not very powerful, so the lifespan his cultivation had granted him was limited. Not only that, he had contracted an illness. Thus, he wished to spend the last of his life doing something useful for others and for the gods.
It was precisely because of this that he was respected by all the priests.
"Grandpa Priest, the gods are so powerful. They can perform miracles and cure your illness. You'll be fine," the youth said earnestly, truly believing it.
The old man smiled faintly. "There is no need to trouble the great Star God. I've already lived for so long; I am content with this life."
The youth looked distressed, tears glimmering in his eyes.
The old man said with a smile, "All right! I'll rest shortly. It's getting late, so you should go rest first."
The youth shook his head. "I'll stay with you, Grandpa Priest. Once you've gone to sleep, I'll go rest."
Seeing this, the old man had no choice but to smile and let the youth sit in a chair beside him as he