A red cloud descended from the sky, landing and transforming into a woman clad in red.
The woman carried a bamboo basket in the crook of her arm, filled with needles, thread, and other odds and ends.
A small mole rested at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes shimmered and shifted, carrying boundless charm, with the air of someone who smiled before she even spoke.
The Red Gown Woman watched the two halves of a corpse rub together like pieces of a building block puzzle and could not help frowning. "How did you end up in such a sorry state?"
One half of the corpse replied irritably, "Call it my bad luck. I ran into a baleful star, and he split me straight down the middle."
The Red Gown Woman took out her needle and thread, lifted the Calamity Bewitcher's remains onto her lap, aligned the severed edges, and began stitching them together with great patience.
Pfft, pfft. The sounds of needles piercing flesh rang out one after another, echoing across the wilderness.
After a long while, she said, "Get up and walk around!"
Covered in stitched scars, the Calamity Bewitcher planted his feet on the ground and walked back and forth a few times. Then he chuckled. "Third Sister's handiwork is not bad!"
The Red Gown Woman was, astonishingly, also a Calamity Bewitcher, and far stronger than he was.
"Who did you run into? Hmm, judging by that dazed look, I'm afraid you were cut in two before you even saw what they looked like!"
The Red Gown Woman pressed a finger against the stitched wound. The lingering sharpness pierced her scallion-white fingertip. "What formidable Sword Qi. It was either the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword or Lord of Broken Brow Mountain's disciple. You truly were unlucky!"
"Come on.