Chapitre 3003: Buried Seed

It was only dusk, but Izisha already felt tired and sleepy. She got up from the recliner and saw a girl hurrying by while holding a big urn.

"Is this the cremains you cleaned?" Izisha stopped the girl.

The girl was afraid of Izisha. She did not dare to raise her head and speak. She just nodded and hid her hand that was cut while cleaning those broken urns behind her.

Izisha had already seen it. "Give it to me."

The girl nervously handed the urn containing all the cremains to Izisha.

"Put that down and give me your hand," Izisha ordered.

The girl did as she was told. When she extended her hand, she still dared not raise her head for fear that Izisha would scold her.

Izisha often lectured people, including Great Sages and female believers like them.