"I think you know why I am here."
"I do?" Su Yang raised his eyebrows in a puzzled manner, looking genuinely puzzled by her claim.
Disciple Fei trembled with fury before slamming her hand against the table, her voice rising in frustration, "That sword technique you used during the deathmatch—!"
Su Yang remained calm and tilted his head, looking even more puzzled.
"That sword technique? What about it?"
"Still acting dumb? That was my family's technique! Why do you know it?!"
Su Yang finally smiled and said, "Your family? I thought your surname was Fei? Meanwhile, that sword technique—"
Disciple Fei finally understood why Su Yang was playing dumb and interrupted him, "Okay! Fine! You were right! My real surname is Ouyang! Are you happy now?!"
Su Yang chuckled lightly and said, "Truthfully, I was just toying with you for a bit of amusement. I never needed you to admit anything—I'd already confirmed your identity long ago."
Disciple Ouyang looked at him with a dumbfounded face.
