The Yin Clan was very lively that night.
After dinner, the elders of the Yin Clan surrounded Yu Huang like kind elders. They looked at her lovingly and asked her about her life experience over the years.
Actually, everything about Yu Huang's 21 years of life had long been written into books and sent to the elders.
During the day, before Yu Huang returned, they had already flipped through the book. They actually knew Yu Huang's past.
However, that was something written on paper after all. It was far better to hear it from Yu Huang herself.
Yu Huang saw that the elders' eyes were filled with concern and love. They weren't scheming at all. Only then did she slowly tell them what she still remembered.
Occasionally, when she talked about some vague memories, Yu Donghai, who was sitting on a small stool, would take the initiative to add a few words.
