The longer Hu Ma stayed in this world, the more respect he felt for it.
It wasn’t respect for any particular person, but rather a deep understanding that the mere fact that humans could survive in such a strange and perilous world made the entire human race worthy of respect.
This was why he knew how important the ritual of the Sacred Fire Pit was to the village.
In his previous life, Hu Ma had heard of such rituals, but he hadn’t believed in them.
Back then, he couldn’t understand why the elderly would go through such meticulous preparations and place so much importance on what seemed like meaningless traditions.
He even thought they were wasting their energy and resources on something intangible.
But now, he was beginning to understand.
Showing respect for the unknown was, in itself, a way of life.
And in this world, these rituals and traditions carried an air of mystery and solemnity.
Especially when it came to the Sacred Fire Pit.
Why did someone as powerful as his grandmother insist on staying here? Was it just to ensure that Hu Ma could receive the protection of the Sacred Fire Pit and have a handful of its ashes as a talisman? Probably not.
Having traveled outside and learned the skills of a Night Watcher, Hu Ma now knew that there were many ways to survive in this world.