Yu Jinghong looked at him condescendingly. At this moment, he looked like he was looking at a piece of garbage, which deeply hurt Xin Zilu.

"Your father was a thief. Although he is dead, the crime has been laid.

And you are just a thief. I made an exception by bringing you back to the mountain. What qualifications do you have to become an official disciple of my Divine Sword Sect?"

Lin Mengya only had four words to describe Yu Jinghong's words: "killing people and killing people."

He basically denied all Xin Zilu's support.

Indeed, what Jianghu sects value most is inheritance.

It can be said that destroying family secrets is like killing one's parents, which is an unforgivable crime.

What's more, although Xin Zilu's father apologized at the beginning, who knows whether it was forced by the situation or whether it was sincere?

Yu Jinghong just felt that the child's relatives were dead and he would be helpless in the future, so he took the child up the mountain.

And because of the issue of his identity, he was a little embarrassed, so he was not given the status of a formal disciple.

However, Lin Mengya curled her lips.

Although the young master doesn't seem to be so scheming, how can a person who can be the young master be truly innocent and harmless?

Sure enough, after hearing these words, Xin Zilu collapsed.

He had been trying desperately to deny his identity as the son of a thief, but at the same time, his mind seemed to be out of control, thinking of his father's excitement after getting the sword manual when he was young.
Chapter completed!