The moment everyone heard that, they stopped daring to look. Good heavens, who would dare keep staring? Soul Masters were lofty beings far above them. Could commoners like them afford to offend one?
Looking would not put food in their mouths. These commoners naturally understood that most basic truth: the Douluo Continent was a world where the strong reigned supreme.
As Zhu Zhuqing and her sister continued onward, Douluo Village slowly came into view.
Figures moved about constantly in the orchards outside Douluo Village. Zhu Zhuqing knew those were the aunties and uncles picking fresh fruit.
Quite a few people, both men and women, had gathered at the orchard entrance. From their wild gestures, they looked ready to fight, but they were actually haggling over fruit.
At the entrance to Douluo Village, a white-haired old man was hopping about, with quite a few villagers gathered nearby to watch.
"Ruth, you old woman! Why can't our village's Tang San marry your village's Zhu Zhuqing?"
Zhu Zhuqing heard that shouting loud and clear from far away. It was Old Jack from the neighboring village, back to stir up trouble again.
As Old Jack shouted, an elderly woman emerged from the village, brandishing a bamboo pole and looking furious. Several little boys followed her, their faces equally angry.
Seeing the situation take a bad turn, Old Jack hurriedly fled. He did not dare stop. That old woman Ruth meant business today! Before, she had only traded barbs with him.
Seeing Old Jack flee for his life, Village Chief Ruth angrily threw down her bamboo pole and shouted at the top of her lungs, **"The women of Douluo Village would rather die than marry into your Holy Soul Village! You damned old man, you're dreaming the impossible! Did your head get caught in a