The group made their descent towards the visitors' hall, a cavernous space teeming with a diverse array of people.
From those possessing barely a semblance of cultivation to the revered immortals, the hall was a microcosm of the broader world beyond its walls.
Despite the stark contrasts in power and status, a curious absence of blatant discrimination permeated the atmosphere.
Here, the weak found themselves shielded from exploitation, their vulnerabilities not exploited for personal gain.
Central to the harmony within Misty Terrace Village was an unyielding decree: troublemakers faced immediate and irrevocable punishment, irrespective of their lineage or societal standing.
This ironclad rule, enforced without bias, ensured a semblance of order in an otherwise chaotic world.
It was a testament to the unwavering commitment of the village's leadership to maintain peace and uphold justice.
