Bowing To An Ancient Relative

"What? You… you're Shen Yin!?"

Xu Xiaolan's eyes widened in disbelief as she stuttered with a shocked expression.

An Lin, Xiao Chou, and Da Bai, who had all been severely injured, also stared up at the woman in shock.

Shen Yin? What kind of sick joke was this!

Wasn't the Winter Dragon Tomb supposed to be Shen Yin's grave?

If the tomb keeper of the Palace of Heaven was Shen Yin herself, then wouldn't that mean she built a tomb for herself then adopted the role of tomb keeper for fun?

Who the hell does that!

The woman in white nodded in earnest and replied in confirmation, "I'm Shen Yin, the owner of this dragon tomb."

Xu Xiaolan: "…"

An Lin, Xiao Chou, Da Bai: "…"

The woman in white did not seem to take notice of everyone's reactions, and she waved her hand through the air, conjuring a huge healing spell formation which enshrouded everyone.