"Yeah, yeah, you'll make it." Faced with Kede's crazy talk, Charles brushed him off.
Kede took another gulp of wine, then suddenly stood up nervously, twitchily asking Charles, "Say, do you think that if I didn't perform the ceremony, the Light God would turn His back on me and not let me into the Divine Kingdom?"
"Relax, your Light God isn't that petty. Besides, you're so devout."
"Right, right, you're absolutely right. I pray every day, been doing it for over thirty years. No one in the whole Sect is more pious than me—the Light God surely won't fuss over this small thing." Kede repeated Charles's words, trying to comfort himself.
"Want to know what the Land of Light looks like? If you beg me, maybe I'll tell you." Charles said to Kede, a bit drunk.
"You... hic! Just tell me then." Kede's face was red from drunkenness; he could barely stand.
Staring at the pitch-black sea in the distance, Charles began reminiscing, talking about all sorts of things from the Earth's surface.
