Looking at the elders with ill intentions, Lin Yifan feigned ignorance and asked, "Why have the elders summoned this disciple here?"
"Hehe!" The Great Elder put on a kindly face and replied, "Yifan, don't be nervous. We bear no malice, we're just curious about the martial arts you used in your duel with Zhu Kang this morning."
"It's just the secret techniques my master usually teaches me."
"Really? Then why do we feel it looks different?"
"Perhaps the elders have misjudged it."
"Hehe! We did not misjudge, it's you who are deceiving us. If there's something good, it should be shared. That's what disciples of the Medicinal Saint Valley ought to do."
The Great Elder no longer pretended and exposed Lin Yifan's lie directly.
"What are the elders saying? This disciple really doesn't understand."
Lin Yifan feigned innocence, denying having immortal level martial arts to the end.
"Do I need to spell it out more clearly?"
