Yang Fan sneered coldly, "Are you going to keep up the pretense? You're not Master Huai Hai at all; who are you? Who sent you?"
"Benefactor Yang, I truly am Master Huai Hai..."
With a sharp shout, Yang Fan interrupted, "Nonsense, Master Huai Hai is a highly revered monk with immense virtue. He has not only studied the Buddhist teachings but also the Seventy-two Skills originating from Shaolin. His martial abilities are profound, far beyond what a piece of trash like you could ever match. Just now, my palm strike confirmed that you are not Master Huai Hai; your martial skills are far inferior. Even though you also use Shaolin martial arts, the quality of your training isn't there. Compared to a true master like Master Huai Hai, you're not good enough. Do you still intend to continue this charade?"
The old monk's face turned ashen, finally unable to keep up the facade: "I want to know, did you know I was an impostor from the moment you saw me?"
