Yun chujiu cursed in her heart. Is this person crazy? You are the slut, your entire family is the slut!
At the same time, her heart sank. Could it be that this person had seen through her identity?
The middle-aged man frowned. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Judging from your cultivation and attire, you must be an in-name disciple of the outer sect. Why aren’t you properly being your swordsman? Why are you running around? !
“Are you really a swordsman from the sword ruins of Qian, kun, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Xun, Li, Dui?”
Yun chujiu finally understood. This person should be referring to a swordsman and not a slut, but she had a poor understanding.
However, she was not a disciple of this so-called prehistoric sword sect at all. How would she know which sword ruins she should be from? !