"Li Feiyu!?"
Looking at Li Feiyu in the image, An Ning was astonished. She had not expected to encounter him here.
She still remembered perfectly well his hypocritical act at the Li Immortal Clan last time.
Dao Wushuang had kindly asked her to invite the Li Family's patriarch, yet Li Feiyu had repeatedly obstructed her. She had been so angered that she had nearly struck out. Her warm face had been pressed against a cold backside; her good intentions had been treated like donkey liver and lungs.
"It is not him, An Ning. Look carefully."
Hua Yunfei swept a hand across the image. The next instant, the "Li Feiyu" in the image changed into an old man with gray hair draped over his shoulders.
The old man's expression was gloomy, his eye sockets deeply sunken. His bean-sized eyes shot out cold, sinister light, while the unique totem painted on his left cheek seemed to come alive with his facial movements, looking savage and terrifying.
"Blood Old Freak!" Upon seeing the gray-haired old man in the image, the middle-aged man's eyes widened as he snapped, "So it was you!"
An Ning was surprised. Even she had been fooled—this Blood Old Freak truly had no simple tricks.
"His methods are indeed brilliant, but if you examine them carefully, with your strength, you would still have a chance of seeing through them," Hua Yunfei said.
"The moment I see Li Feiyu's face, I get angry," An Ning said.
"Youngster, what fine methods." Blood Old Freak gave Hua Yunfei a deep look. His voice was shrill and grating, making people extremely uncomfortable.
"Senior's methods are the truly impressive ones. Forget her—even I was deceived at first," Hua Yunfei said with a faint smile.
"You ruined this old man's plans. Do you know the consequences?"