The Martial Art Competition Has Begun

"Nothing…"

Ye Chen waved, he looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"If what Master Tan said is true, do you think you can afford to make fun of a person like Master Ye?" Lin Jiao grimly glared at him. She regretted bringing him here.

Master Tan scoffed. "How can a narrow-minded person like you know how powerful the old man Master Ye is?"

Old man?

Ye Chen could not stop coughing. "Master Tan, you've never seen this Master Ye. How would you know that he's an old man?"

Actually, Master Tan was right to call Ye Chan an old man. Ye Chen would be an ancestor if he was to add his age in the cultivation world on earth. However, he had always thought himself to be 30 since he returned to earth.

"What do you know?"