A beating?
Just from Madam Forrest's description, Celeste Grant could imagine what a miserable state they must have been in. It was true that Cultivators were durable. Even with their Cultivation restricted, an ordinary person would stand no chance against them. But that only applied to *ordinary* people. The villagers here were born with Divine Power. A beating from them would absolutely result in broken limbs.
However, when Madam Forrest mentioned the word "Cultivator," Celeste Grant's eyes lit up.
'A Cultivator?'
A surge of excitement stirred within her, and she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Then how did they leave here?"
