On the top of the Blood Peak, the setting sun slants to the west, and the cold wind blows on the branches covered with snow.
A middle-aged man in a white robe stood on the hill.
He was thin, with a tall nose and rimless glasses under his eyebrows. If you remove the white robe on your shoulder that does not match his temperament, it would be a bit like an ordinary teacher.
But it's just a feeling.
As for names, he doesn't have that kind of thing.
From the moment he entered the holy land and became a forerunner, he abandoned the taboo of walking in the mortal world together with the physical body.
But as for the code of walking in the world, he