Are You a Dog?

After Ye Feng's explanation, the middle aged man finally believed his identity.

"I didn't expect your disguise to be so powerful. I actually didn't recognize you." The middle-aged man looked at his completely changed face and was amazed.

"My master is not only good at disguising, but also in medicine and martial arts. If not for him, you would have reported to the underworld by now." Feng Jianwu would not let go of any opportunity to flatter her master.

The middle-aged man nodded. "Actually, I was still conscious just now. Brother Ye was able to repel those five ninjas and even help me detoxify the poison. Whether it's martial arts strength or medical skills, they're all one in a million."

Ye Feng was a little embarrassed by these two people's praise. "Oh right, I still don't know your name."

The middle-aged man raised his arm with great difficulty and cupped his fists at him. "I am the Zhanlu Sword's guardian sword slave, Duanmu Leiting."