Ignoring the two old foxes locked in confrontation—for Feng Yuan had guessed that the opponent merely hoped to use him to make contact with Mo Ling or Mo Li—after all, at such a sensitive time, Zhen Nan City really dared not approach Mo Ling and the others directly. Otherwise, it would be amusing if a fight broke out before many words were exchanged.
"Why does the gentleman believe that Feng Yuan and Feng Yuan are the same person? Perhaps their master just happened to give them similar names."
"There's no need for probing anymore. It was an unexpected surprise that I could recognize him. Due to a special reason, I have the Eye of Truth. Despite the obstructions posed by the phantom shrouding him, Mao Xin could still discern that the other person is not a man in his twenties but rather a thirteen-year-old child."
"Eye of Truth?"
Hu Weng looked at Yun Maoxin incredulously and said,
