A few seconds later, the patriarch finally came to his senses and quickly went over to help the old man up. "Elder, how do you feel?"
The old man snorted coldly and shook off the patriarch's hand.
On the surface, he was a guest elder of the Ye family, but in reality, his status exceeded the patriarch's.
Even Ye Fudong had to obey him!
The old man struggled to his feet and reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His expression was extremely cold. He had not expected his technique to be broken by someone. Just what was that strange beast in the image projection?
He tried his best to recall the scene from memory, but he only remembered three figures.
"Fudong, did you see everything clearly in that image projection just now? Was that young man's appearance clear?"
"His face was too blurry, so I couldn't tell." Ye Fudong shook his head.
"Then do you remember what the surrounding environment inside looked like?"
