The quiet hall was filled with hushed whispers; everyone sympathized with the woman but no one dared to step forward. People had grown accustomed to these situations. Even if they disliked it, they could only endure it. In the Inner Realm, strength was the only guarantee of personal safety. Without strength, one had to understand the principle of ensuring one's own safety, otherwise, disaster was inevitable.
Although the young man's cultivation was mediocre, his lavish attire and the four Late Earth Realm cultivators following him suggested that he was the son of some prestigious household. Most of the onlookers were just passing by, and even those with strength generally didn't dare to offend such local powers, to avoid bringing disaster upon themselves.