"Night Watchman... thinks highly of... you..."
"A place for you... may exist within the 'Holy Image'..."
"If you ever have the chance to inherit... inherit the 'Holy Image'... never... refuse it..."
"The opportunities... for this world... are dwindling..."
"You must... seize them..."
Lin Yi anxiously said, "Old Mo, just tell me how I can help rebuild your body, forget the Holy Image, forget inheritance, I haven't considered any of that! And I don't want to think about it!"
"Fool..." Old Mo bit his teeth and struggled to speak, "I... will not be completely obliterated..."
"After my death... my heart will remain..."
"Before you... leave the Bell Tower... place... my heart... into... that backpack..."
"The boss and I... had an... agreement... this was... settled... from the start..."
"You must..."
"You must... put my heart... into the bag... you must..."
