Upon emerging from the passageway, they discovered that this underground village was surprisingly spacious, comparable in size to the village above ground.
What was even more striking was the significant number of inhabitants. Judging by the village's layout, there were likely over a hundred families residing here.
At first glance, it seemed like a peaceful and contented community, with streets bustling with market stalls and vendors energetically calling out to passersby. A man with a hoe, holding a child's hand, smiled as women engaged in down-to-earth activities.
However, upon closer scrutiny, one could detect a subtle, unsettling undercurrent surrounding these people.
The young monk produced a wooden fish from somewhere and rhythmically tapped it while chanting complex scriptures, his chubby legs toddling behind Mo Lian. His appearance was undeniably comical.
