The gray fog swirling around the face of the First Hall Master suddenly surged, signifying his anger, and concurrently, his shock. However, he quickly composed himself and said in a cold voice, "Lad, judging by your composed expression, do you believe you have a surefire way to cope with the current situation?"
As for his own identity, the First Hall Master had always evaded the topic, but at this juncture, even if Ye Feng had roughly guessed it, it was irrelevant. The trap he had laid was complete, and now was the time to slowly close the net.
