"A con artist? How can that be, didn't you see the Great Immortal slay that Ghostly Apparition just now?" The village elder furrowed his brow, seemingly thinking that I was causing a scene without reason.
"He really is a fraud; he doesn't even recognize talisman papers and the things he's said all along are full of holes," I said with a straight face.
"Yueming, be sensible and go home with your grandma, stop making a fuss here." The village elder patted my shoulder and whispered to me, then he made a meaningful glance towards my grandma.
"Yueming, let's go back home, don't stoop to their level. Grandma believes you, that Great Immortal is nothing but a charlatan." Even though Grandma said this, her eyes were filled with profound helplessness. I didn't know what her helplessness represented—was it disbelief in what I said? Or was it sorrow over the villagers' ignorance?
"Grandma, you guys go back first, I must expose this fraudster today."
