"Junior Sister, where have you been? And why are your clothes in such a state?"
Yu Gu Nan was about to push open her door when her Senior Sister's cool voice sounded from behind. 'What rotten luck,' she thought. After that inexplicable encounter with Pei Yuhang, she was now being cornered first by her Master's wife, and now her Senior Sister.
"Senior Sister, I was just with Master, asking for guidance on my cultivation."
Yu Gu Nan hid her impatience and turned to flash an obedient smile.
Upon hearing this, Qing Yueqiu couldn't help but furrow her lovely brows, her eyes filled with puzzlement.
Her gaze swept over Yu Gu Nan's "attire"—so tattered it barely concealed her charms—and her crimson eyes narrowed.
"Are you saying your clothes ended up like this... because of Master?"
"Master was testing my recent cultivation progress. Swords and blades have no eyes. It's perfectly normal for clothes to get torn, isn't it?"
"Is there anything else, Senior Sister?"
"...No, nothing."
