"Wow, Miss, look, you're famous now."
A few days later, Dorothy, who was temporarily idle without anything to do, was leisurely fishing by the river outside the city. Wenwen came rushing over, handing her a piece of paper ripped from somewhere unknown.
The homebody witch reached out to take the paper. Initially, she just glanced at it casually, but soon her eyes widened in surprise.
She originally thought it was her own wanted notice or something. After all, she had killed quite a few people in recent days. Considering the temperament of that group of Chinese Clan witches, they would definitely not let this go easily and would surely send someone to hunt her down for revenge.
But Dorothy didn't mind. She hadn't intended to hide herself. Several times she even killed openly in front of everyone, making it impossible for others to miss her.
After all, now she was eager to perfect the Dragon's Breath swordsmanship, hoping some experts would come and help hone her sword.
But....
