Ye Fei was suddenly startled and looked up at Ling Dang, puzzled.
At that moment, Ling Dang was immeasurably joyful, watching Ye Fei with a giggling smile.
"What gave me away?"
Seeing Ye Fei still playing dumb, Ling Dang pulled his wrist and straightened up.
"Your identity as an Ancient Martial Artist has been exposed."
"How was it exposed?"
Ye Fei continued to look at Ling Dang, bewildered and perplexed.
Ling Dang playfully signaled with her eyes toward the porcelain bowl in his hand.
"Just now I intentionally dropped the porcelain bowl to test your strength."
"The result was exactly as I expected. You not only caught the bowl but also didn't spill a single drop of the soup inside. Doesn't this prove your identity as an Ancient Martial Artist?"
Hearing Ling Dang's explanation, Ye Fei sighed helplessly.
"It's just catching a bowl, isn't that something anyone with hands can do?"
Ling Dang, hearing these words, immediately shook her head with a laugh, disagreeing.
