The day I was struck by lightning, I laughed.
I took the first eighty steps standing up. The last one was not blocked.
When I opened my eyes again, I turned into a fifteen-year-old girl.
Saint. From the Qingyun Sect.
What a nice-sounding identity, right?
Unfortunately, my Dantian is empty.
What's even worse is that the spiritual power must be verified in public during the ceremony.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at me.
I stood there for a good thirty seconds.
Then he spoke.
The whole place exploded.
