Every believer sat cross-legged facing outward, densely packed across the entire square, forming a huge concentric circle, layer upon layer.
Ning Fan roughly estimated that there were about a thousand believers,
A number that surpassed the total of the believers below and along the way.
"Could these believers have fallen asleep?"
Although he knew it was unlikely, seeing the scene before him, Ning Fan couldn't help but ponder the thought.
Each believer sat with firm and powerful posture, eyes closed, faces smiling and rosy, looking just like people in a deep sleep.
Ning Fan didn't detect the slightest hint of death, which was part of why he assumed they were asleep.
Everything here seemed like a world apart from the tragedies along the way.
At this moment, Vivian softly remarked, "Poor lambs, as dead as can be."
Ning Fan frowned, "What's going on?"
