This generation is a mess.

No one noticed that Xuan Yu, long Chenming, and Huyan Wei had their heads lowered in resentment. There was no turning point for the situation, and the few of them had become the most awkward existences. The success of the Holy Lord's inheritance had already become a matter of course, and it could no longer be changed. They were no longer young masters, and it was even more impossible for them to become Holy Masters. From the lofty status they had in the past, to the current existence that everyone despised, how could they tolerate such a gap?

At this moment, Ming Ye Wu turned to look at long RUO tingyuan and the others, who were receiving their inheritance, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes.