Actually, no matter how hard Ye Wutian tried to conceal his identity, he was doomed today.
At his side, Liu Jin quietly asked Ning Kuan, "Brother Ning, don't you think this person bears a strong resemblance to someone?"
"So Brother Liu has noticed it too." Ning Kuan's eyes were fixed intently on Ye Wutian, as if trying to see through the hood that covered his face.
"Does that mean it's really him?" Liu Jin asked, somewhat surprised.
"Judging by his cultivation level and his attire, there is an eighty to ninety percent chance that it's him. Moreover, the voice he is using is clearly false." Ning Kuan seemed to have already confirmed this guess.
Liu Jin nodded and immediately called out to Liu He, who was rising to approach Ye Wutian, "He'er, stand down for now."
Though Liu He did not understand his father's intent, he still complied and returned to his seat.
Liu Jin then looked at Ye Wutian and said, "Young man, could you please lift your hood."