Yun chujiu lifted up the hem of her clothes, revealing the sect uniform that had been struck by lightning. With a hiss, she tore off a hem and handed it to sect master Sima:
“Sect master, Look, my clothes were struck by lightning back then. Fortunately, I was lucky.
This also shows that our primal sword sect is blessed to the heavens. Even the heavens are helping us.”
Sect master Sima looked at the hem of his clothes, which had obviously been struck by lightning, and became more convinced of Yun Chujiu’s words. “Since you escaped last night, why did you only return to the sect at this time?”
“Sect master, I originally wanted to return to the sect overnight, but it was dark at that time and I was such a good-for-nothing. I was afraid of being ambushed by demonic beasts, so I could only wait until dawn to run out of the valley.