Majatai knelt in place for three days and nights. On the fourth day, when the wind and sand had almost completely buried him, the door to the temple finally creaked open slowly.
Only then did Majatai move. He pushed himself up from the ground, shook the sand off his body, and stepped into the ancient temple.
The temple was pitch black. Nothing could be seen. After Majatai entered, he once again prostrated himself on the ground.
"Ah..."
It was only after a while that a sigh echoed in the temple.
"Majatai, I am only half a step away from leaving this world... Why do you insist on bothering me... and dragging me back into... mundane affairs?" The voice sounded both young and old, and it was filled with a touch of helplessness.
