"Uncle Three..."
When Ye Fei saw who had come, his voice suddenly softened, and his whole demeanor weakened as if he was quite afraid of his presence.
Ye Yunxiu strode forward, his face full of anger as he looked at Ye Fei, and said,
"You still recognize me as your Uncle Three? I attended that cultivation exchange conference yesterday too. What, do you think I can't tell who's genuine and who's a fraud?"
"No, Uncle Three, you don't understand! The high-tech these days is too impressive; fakes that pass for the real thing are just basic operations. They could even conjure a monster right in front of you, and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference."
Ye Fei was extremely anxious, as if he was a bystander trying to persuade friends and family out of a scam.
