Unharmed.
Even he himself thought that in the chaos, someone had unknowingly pushed him.
After getting up, he patted the dust off his body, glared around, discerning each face, whether innocent or mocking, and muttered something under his breath.
He didn't dare to take it further.
This place was already in front of the Sacred Place, who would dare to throw a punch and shatter the solemnity?
Being punished was a minor issue, but losing the qualification to serve as a sustainer would be a major loss!
Thus, everyone, harboring the same unrealistic dreams, calculated in their minds the rewards from Heaven and the satisfaction of their boundless desires, eagerly lining up beside the leader, uncontrollably joyful as they walked into the darkness of the bank.
It was like livestock walking in line toward a processing assembly line.
Just as he was entering, he involuntarily scratched his back, as if it itched a bit.
As for when a handprint appeared on his filthy, stinking clothes...