In the dim space, amongst the stench of rot and disinfectant, there was also a thick scent of blood.
Clearly, this place had long existed.
An old man in a white robe stood with his arms outstretched, "Venerable, the great Venerable is guiding us all."
"We, who are deeply sinful."
"Every one of us bears an endless burden of evil consequences."
"Rather than say that all the pain originates from the black lines on our bodies, it's that we have not let everything go."
His voice echoed through the space, almost like a holy sound around the ear.
The congregation appeared devout, looking up with serene smiles, hands clasped together as if listening to scripture.
The old man looked on with satisfaction at those present; most had arrived about three months earlier and had now become newly reborn.
His gaze also fell on Su Qi and the young boy.
