Upon hearing the villager dare speak ill of the mistress, Dou Er's face immediately turned as stern as frost. Though his cultivation was low, dealing with a mortal was easy for him. With a slight flick of his finger, the person screamed miserably, blood pouring from his rear, as Dou Er used a bit of his small divine power to teach him a lesson.
This person had lived in the Pu Clan Tribe for most of his life and had never seen cultivators' means. This terrified him into covering his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound. Yet, a thin man beside him whispered, "Grandpa Immortal allowed us to ask questions, so why are we punished for speaking?"
This statement had a bit of a provocative undertone. Dou Er smiled and said, "You may ask me questions, but you may not insult my lord. She is of great importance, and in the future, her position will be high above all. Is she the kind of person you villagers can casually criticize? Let me answer your question then."
