"Uncle Ye..."
When Ye Fei saw the newcomer, his voice immediately shrank, and his demeanor weakened as if he was very afraid of the man.
Ye Yunxiu approached, angrily surveying him, and said:
"You still remember I'm your Uncle Ye? I also attended the Cultivation Exchange Conference yesterday. What, do you think I can't tell the difference between a true master and a fraudster?"
"It's not that... Uncle Ye, you don't understand! The high-tech these days is incredibly powerful, deceiving people with fakes is just the basics. Even if someone were to conjure a Monster in front of you, you wouldn't be able to tell it's fake."
Ye Fei was extremely anxious, as if he were a bystander earnestly trying to persuade a friend who had fallen for a scam.
