In the surveillance video, a trembling, elderly man hunched over.
His face was covered in many, dense wrinkles.
This old man was none other than Uncle Yu from Jingshui Villa.
Yang Fei did not dare to be disrespectful, so he hurriedly went downstairs and opened the front door.
As soon as Uncle Yu saw Yang Fei, a sharp glint flashed through his bleary eyes.
He nodded in approval.
"Not bad, not bad, you have finally taken another step forward in your Martial Arts Realm in the past three months; you are now a top-notch expert."
Yang Fei said he didn't dare to assume so and invited Uncle Yu inside.
But Uncle Yu did not enter.
He squinted, smiling slightly.
"Young Master Ming Tai asked me to inform Young Master Yang, tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, we will meet at Pengwan Wharf."
"We'll head out to sea together."
As he spoke, he took out a purple-gold invitation and handed it to Yang Fei with respectful formality.
