Yun Jue Manor.
"...Really, it's only a small matter. Let's go inside."
"Sorry, Madam, but please leave."
Facing several blue-robed female cultivator guards who refused to budge, Helian Yu said in a low voice, "I'm an old acquaintance of Saint Lord Li. You only need to report my arrival, and you'll know! If Saint Lord Li finds out that you deliberately made things difficult for us, you can imagine the consequences yourselves!"
"Please leave."
Helian Yu's expression darkened. She seemed ready to argue, but a pretty girl beside her hurriedly pulled her back.
"Forget it, Mother. Don't make things difficult for them," Huo Xinyu said anxiously.
"Sis, you can't put it that way!" Another girl, whose appearance was almost identical to Huo Xinyu's, snorted. "They're only ordinary disciples. We're genuine descendants of the Holy Lord. Every New Year and festival, we formally pay our respects to her! What right do these people have to stop us?"
"...Xinyan, say less!" Her elder sister was almost driven mad.
Yet a mother and her biological younger daughter seemed possessed, actually coming up with the idea of paying a private visit to the Luoshen Holy Lord.
Although her mother's idea was understandable—most families would probably think the same if they were in her position—Huo Xinyu felt that the other party would never agree to meet them.
Did the Huo Family have poor relatives?
Of course they did. Quite a few visited them normally... But had her mother ever met with them?
They were all treated the same.
At that moment, Huo Xinyu felt her face burning with embarrassment.
"Opportunities have to be fought for!" Helian Yu gritted her teeth and forced her way forward. "Holy Lord, I'm Helian Yu! The wife of the Fourth Young Master of the Fifth Branch's patriarch! Holy Lord, Holy