Ye Tianling watched the young impostor, who was wielding the Profound Ice Cold Iron Rod, put on a display of arrogance and evil. Seeing the shocked yet unsurprised expressions on the faces of the crowd in the teahouse, he temporarily suppressed his own dissatisfaction and observed the man carefully.
Earlier, when he saw Ancient Fairy being deceived, he had indeed felt a sense of absurdity, but he quickly reined in his emotions and didn't lash out.
'To hunt geese all day, only to have my eye pecked out by one,' Ye Tianling mused. 'I've always been the one impersonating others to scam them, and now someone's impersonating *me*? You little punk, just you wait until I get my hands on you.'
At such a critical time, he, Ye Tianling, was a public pariah—reviled by all, hunted like a street rat! And this person had the audacity to impersonate him now?
