Yin Fu sized up Yu Huang with a suspicious and mean gaze. Without waiting for Yu Huang to explain, she guessed, "As the Young Madam of the Sheng Clan, you actually came to the Yin Clan's Saint Tomb to wander around. Young Madam of the Sheng Clan, you can't be delusional enough to think that you can obtain the inheritance of the Yin Clan, right?"
Yin Fu was amused by her own conjecture. She sneered at Yu Huang. "You are indeed talented and are publicly acknowledged as a cultivation genius. However, inheritance depends on blood relations. Only the direct bloodline of the Yin Clan can obtain the Yin Clan's inheritance. Aren't you a little too greedy to come here?"
"Do you really think that since you're a genius, all the good things in the world should belong to you?"
Upon hearing these words, Yu Huang rolled her eyes.
Where did this idiot come from?
How did someone as sly as Yin Mingchong give birth to such a fool?
