"These pieces of gold can be exchanged in the city for some provisions, cattle, and sheep. We can even get some sacred water blessed by God Buddha. Once cured of our ailments, we might survive."
Batuer maintained a stern and cold expression, instructing the elders to put on their clothes, and in that same cold manner, ordered them to fetch the food. Only when everyone had left, did he open his hand, clench that gold, lift it up, and wipe the corners of his eyes with his back turned to them.
"Tian Ge'er, the hero bestowed upon the earth by the Heavenly God."
He recalled the legends from his childhood.
He remembered the time he felt someone pat his head, and the grandfather who walked before the Holy Lake but never returned, holding a scimitar that clang and resounded.
