Facing the young man who had suddenly run over and started accusing him vehemently, both Zhang Xiaoman and Ye Cang were a bit dumbfounded, not understanding what he was talking about at all.
At this moment, several more figures ran over from behind the two of them, each panting heavily, and rushed over as soon as they saw what was happening.
The two leading figures were none other than Ye Yunxiu and Manager Sun. They came to stand beside Zhang Xiaoman and Ye Cang, one on the left and one on the right. Ye Yunxiu even walked forward and pushed the young man in black away.
"You bastard! Ye Fei, what are you doing! Who allowed you to come here!? And to show such disrespect to the Master!!"
Manager Sun also shouted at the two companions behind Ye Fei:
"Qin Wuzhen! Jiang Changxin! Haven’t I warned you two already? Why are you still following him and causing trouble!? Are you two so idle because you have too little to do!?"
The two who were scolded immediately showed a bitter expression on their faces, wanting to explain themselves, but were scared to say anything more.
Ye Fei had just been pushed and was clearly a little dazed, but thankfully he often exercised and had learned some basic skills like standing like a stake and combat, so he quickly regained his composure and was about to rush forward to regain face.
It was then that Ye Cang spoke up, his voice booming, sounding nothing like a man in his nineties.
With one shout from Ye Cang, Ye Fei was immediately stopped in his tracks, though the expression on his face grew even more furious.
"He’s just a fraud! Isn’t it just a black special effect? I’ve seen magicians use it before! It’s actually a kind of special deep purple light, combined with optical reflection to create this effect! Don’t be fooled by him!"
Ye Cang was almost driven to anger by these words; his chest heaved violently a few times, and he pointed shakily at his great-grandson he was usually fond of, his expression filled with outraged fury:
"You, you unfilial descendent! Master Pei is my esteemed guest! How dare you slander him here!? Apologize to him right now!!"
"Apologize? Impossible! Great-grandfather, even with you protecting him here today, I must expose this fraudster’s true face!"
Ye Fei, standing his ground, shouted, "You can hate me all you want now, but I’m doing this for our Ye Family! After I expose him, you’ll thank me!"
He spoke with such passion that he seemed a hero ready to sacrifice himself for a cause.
Zhang Xiaoman had already figured out the gist of what this young man in black was saying earlier on. It seems I’ve been mistaken for a fraud.
But from start to finish, he had not spoken a word, simply standing there silently watching the other party.
It wasn’t so much that Zhang Xiaoman was angry. If this were in the past, he probably would have gotten into an argument with him on the spot.
However, now, having obtained the System and after going through so many life-and-death crises, he felt that his realm had changed from before.
He was utterly untroubled by this kind of provocation.
This was actually a kind of confidence born from strength – there was no need to retort, no need to explain; he wasn’t engaging with the other party simply because he couldn’t be bothered.
Zhang Xiaoman just silently observed, while Old Man Ye was anxiously observing the situation. He had finally connected with such a major opportunity, and it couldn’t be lost because of this misguided descendant.
He immediately began to scold Ye Fei loudly again, an action that made the disciples around them secretly gasp in surprise; they never expected the usually mild-mannered Old Sect Leader to be so angry.
Ye Fei, although also startled by his great-grandfather’s unusual demeanor, quickly recovered.
By now, he was in too deep to back down, and given his slightly stubborn nature, he still refused to concede.
Ye Yunxiu, witnessing this, was infuriated and raised his hand, ready to strike him.
Several fellow disciples quickly intervened to separate them, fearing that matters would worsen.
Though Ye Fei was young, his dedication to practicing martial arts meant he had grown quite tall and sturdy.
In terms of combat ability, very few in Dragon Sleep Mountain could rival him.
"Pei! You fraudster! If you dare, why don’t you fight me one-on-one! What’s the meaning of hiding behind others? You’re scared, aren’t you!"
When Ye Fei was restrained by a few people, he continued to behave as if he was ready to lunge forward, provoking relentlessly.
"Pah, you boast of being an ascetic, but in the end, you even fear a challenge from an ordinary person like me! It’s better you skedaddle back where you came from!"
Zhang Xiaoman frowned slightly, his lips parted as though he was whispering to Ye Cang, yet also as if talking to himself.
"The great Ye Family, has your upbringing come to this?"
Ye Cang’s expression changed drastically upon hearing this. Just as he was about to angrily scold Ye Fei, he didn’t expect the latter to suddenly break free from the disciples’ grasp and charge at Zhang Xiaoman, fists ready.
The disciples around them had not anticipated Ye Fei’s great strength, barely managing to steady themselves when they saw Ye Fei had already reached Master Pei’s presence.
Among the few disciples, there were shocked ones, dumbfounded ones, and even those who were secretly pleased by the misfortune.
Regarding Master Pei, they too had their doubts, influenced mainly by Ye Fei.
The external appearance of the Eternal Trace Veil was indeed shocking, but Ye Fei kept insisting he’d seen this magic act before, which made a significant number of people doubt as well.