At this moment, Master Yi's arrogance and conceit had vanished completely.
When he looked at Ye Fei again, his eyes were filled with the utmost reverence.
"Mr. Ye! Master Ye! You truly deserve the title of a real master of geomancy! I, Yi Haiyun, am not worthy! I'm overwhelmed with shame!"
Master Yi hung his head low, clasping his hands above his head in a gesture of complete prostration.
As he spoke, the old man even started to kneel on both knees, to express his boundless admiration.
Ye Fei quickly extended a hand to support the octogenarian.
"Master Ye, you flatter me too much. As for the grand discipline of geomancy, I have barely grasped one ten-thousandth of its principles, how can I bear the title of a master?"
Master Yi quickly shook his head, "Mr. Ye, to say such a thing truly shames an old man like me! If you can't bear the title of a master, then in this world, surely nobody else can either."
