"Yes, yes, you'll be successful," Charles replied nonchalantly to Kede's ramblings.
After another swig of liquor, Kede suddenly stood up, looking frantic, and asked Charles, "Do you think, do you think the Light God will despise me for not holding a ceremony, and not let me into the Divine Kingdom?"
"Don't worry, your Light God isn't that petty. Besides, you're so devout."
"Right, right, you're correct, I pray every day, have been for over thirty years, no one in the entire sect is more devout than me, the Light God definitely won't care about this little thing," Kede repeated Charles's words, comforting himself.
"Do you want to know what the Land of Light looks like? If you ask me, maybe I can tell you," Charles, slightly inebriated, teased Kede.
"You... *hic*! Give it a shot," said Kede, his face flush with drunkenness as he could barely stand.
Looking towards the pitch-black sea, Charles began speaking of the myriad affairs of Earth's surface with a hint of reminiscence.