The river roared past, yet it didn't harm the old monk in the slightest, nor did it harm these people who came in.
Everyone's expression was somewhat complicated, one after another, saying nothing, silently sitting behind the old monk.
Some appeared bewildered, uncertain of whether the deeds they usually performed still held any meaning; if they did, the presence of so many lost souls so close yet unknown to them was perplexing.
Those who managed to come here, just by witnessing the remnants of lost souls, could infer why they ended up this way.
Those who entered were driven by justice, willing to do solid work and good deeds, and for this reason, they remained unscathed upon entering, yet equally because of this, the impact on their minds was even greater.
The first ones to be knocked down were not those who were foolishly trying to stop the inevitable, but the ones genuinely seeking to accomplish something.
