Shen Luo didn't stop, he headed directly to the East Gate, arriving at a tower whose pillar had been damaged by wind and sand, and verge of collapse. He propped up the pillar with his hand, allowing the people inside to escape safely.
After rescuing these people, he took a moment to catch his breath. Just as he was about to move on to the next place, he heard a crisp "ding" sound from the City Gate. A blurry figure slowly walked in from the dust and sand.
Shen Luo focused his attention, only to see that it was a monk with a bowl in one hand and a tin staff in the other, dressed in tattered clothes. His skin was dark, his lips cracked, but his expression was very peaceful.
He carried an old bamboo box on his back and wore a pair of worn-out straw sandals on his feet. He slowly walked into the city, looking up at the yellow sky, his eyes full of pity.
"How dare you, monster, cause trouble for the people without remorse?" he shouted while raising his black bowl towards the sky.