"What are you saying?"
Master Ye, who didn't understand foreign languages, couldn't help but frown.
"Master, he's asking you what happened."
A disciple of the Sichun Daoist School eagerly ran over to help translate.
Thinking it was a good opportunity to shine, he didn't expect Ye Feihong to glare at him from an angle that the others couldn't see.
It took the disciple a brief moment of bewilderment to realize— he had been too impatient earlier.
This wasn't an encounter with elderly people who only spoke a dialect and needed someone who could translate dialects without worrying too much about details.
Dealing with a group of foreigners representing the Museum of Bililand was a more serious matter, possibly even at a diplomatic level.
So, many details were crucial at this point.
For example, the order of translation could be interpreted by the media as an indicator of the strength between the two countries.
