Dizzy.
This rather strange name was very familiar to her, an unforgettable impression she had heard at that Sword Casting Manor outside Pingchang City.
For some reason, it brought to mind certain stories of fortuitous encounters:
Could it be... really that Dizzy?
She suddenly remembered her first meeting with Dizzy.
It was her first visit to that Demon Cultivation Manor, where a pitiful little Ember clung to her sleeve, recounting the manor's terrors, the perverse demon cultivators, who giggled around him all day long...
He was trembling, terrified to the extreme.
At that time, she had no means to help him and had to refuse.
Later, when she occasionally visited the manor, she saw him and another little girl moving bricks, sweeping, diligently... Sometimes, they had just gathered wild vegetables outside, chopped wood and brought it back.
"But how could such a weak fellow be the supreme Xirong Divine Craftsman, the steward of this city?"
