Hearing Iron Head Monk's words.
Neither Zhao Shi nor Lu Yidao made any comment, merely nodding noncommittally.
To them, the idea of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Innate Martial King—this kind of rumor was simply unbelievable and they had no inclination to believe it.
After all, they were already in their forties or fifties and had been cultivating for decades, yet their cultivation level barely reached Hidden Energy.
If such a young Innate Martial King appeared, how would they even face themselves? How could they save face?
Ye Fei, standing to the side, merely smiled faintly.
They were busy discussing Ye Fei, yet they didn't realize that Yang Ye Fei himself was right before them—what short-sighted fools!
If Ye Fei's true identity were revealed, just what sort of expressions would they wear?
After chatting for a while, the topic veered back to the Martial Arts Conference.
