152: Chapter 152 Ye Fan's plan was exposed by Little Moon

After Ji Ziyue sat down, her gaze swept across the crowd below, then she turned to her brother beside her and spoke with some confusion:

"I don't know what the Elders are thinking, actually recruiting people. Recruiting is fine, but setting the goal so high—Dao Palace Realm before twenty. Even in a Holy Land, that's a very high-level seed. I don't think the Elders are recruiting servants, but rather some kind of Genius."

Her voice was crisp and melodious, carrying a hint of the charming naivety typical of a young girl.

Upon hearing this, Ji Haoyue coughed lightly twice and lowered his voice, saying:

"This is an order from the Grand Elder and the others, and they specifically designated me to preside over it. Give me some Face."

His voice was very soft, clearly afraid of being overheard by the people below.

Hearing this, Ji Ziyue stuck out her cute tongue, sat obediently, and said nothing more.

Ji Haoyue also straightened his body, returning to his cold and aloof divine physique appearance. He looked at the person in charge of recruitment beside him and asked:

"Which round is the process at now? How many have qualified?"

The person in charge was a middle-aged man with a cultivation level around the First Heaven of the Sendai Realm, an old retainer of the Ji Family. Hearing the young master's inquiry, he hurriedly took out a list from his bosom and respectfully handed it over.

"Reporting to the young master, thirteen people passed the third round of testing, forty-five passed the second round, and only one hundred and twenty met the requirements for the first round. This is the number of qualified individuals from all the branches in the Southern Region. Over ten thousand people came to sign up, but only these thirteen passed the third round."

Ji Haoyue took the list and nodded.

His gaze swept across the list, looking at those familiar names—the Ji Family had many branch factions under its name, which had been sending Geniuses to the Ji Family for years. He knew most of the people on the list, or at least had heard of them.

But when he turned to the last page, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Ye Fan?"

He read the name aloud.

"Why is this person's background so sketchy? Where is his originating faction? Why is he only in the Dao Palace Realm?"

Hearing this, the person in charge's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly looked at the servant responsible for registration beside him.

The servant was so frightened that his Face turned pale, and he knelt down with a thud.

"Young Master, spare me! Young Master, spare me!"

Ji Haoyue ignored his pleas for mercy and just looked at him coldly.

"I am asking you, regarding the background of the one named Ye Fan on this list, why did you only register that he is in the Dao Palace Realm? Where is his originating faction, where is he from, how old is he this year—why is none of this here?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

"How did you handle this recruitment? If you recruited an undercover agent from another Holy Land, can you bear that responsibility?"

The servant was trembling all over, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Y-Young Master, it's not that I didn't register it... it's... it's what that person said himself..."

"He said it himself?" Ji Haoyue's brows furrowed even tighter. "What did he say?"

The servant hurriedly said, "He said he came from a nameless Family, and his age... his age seemed to be twenty."

"Seemed?" Ji Haoyue's voice turned cold. "You didn't even ask for his exact age?"

The servant was almost about to cry.

"Young Master, spare me! I... I saw that he was young and already had the cultivation of the Dao Palace Realm, so I thought he was a Genius from some branch, and... and I didn't ask further..."

Ji Haoyue looked at him coldly and remained silent for a moment.

Then he spoke: "Is he still there? Bring him here; I will interrogate him personally."

The servant felt as if he had been granted an amnesty and nodded repeatedly. "Yes! Yes! He is still below the stage! I will go bring him here immediately!"

After speaking, he scrambled off the high platform and rushed into the crowd.

Below the stage, Ye Fan was mixing in the crowd, silently observing the situation on the high platform.

He saw Ji Haoyue flipping through the list, saw Ji Haoyue's brows furrow, and saw the registering servant kneeling and begging for mercy, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

Damn, he hasn't discovered me, has he?

He subconsciously touched his Face.

The disguise technique shouldn't be a problem; he had spent a lot of effort to get into this current appearance. That Face was ordinary, impossible to find if thrown into a crowd; it was absolutely impossible to be recognized.

But why would Ji Haoyue suddenly want to find him?

Just as he was lost in thought, the old man who had registered him already rushed in front of him.

"Ye Fan?"

Ye Fan's heart tightened, but he maintained his composure on his Face. "It's me."

The old man grabbed his arm. "Come with me! Young Master Ji wants to see you!"

Ye Fan was stunned. "Huh? Me?"

He subconsciously wanted to break free, but the old man's cultivation was higher than his, and he held on tightly.

"Less nonsense! Move quickly!"

Ye Fan was dragged forward, his brain racing. Ji Haoyue wants to see him? Why? Could he have really discovered something?

But he hadn't done anything; he had just come to sign up. Even if his background was unclear, it shouldn't warrant an interrogation by the Ji Family's young master, right?

Unless—unless they suspected him of being an undercover agent?

Ye Fan cursed inwardly. This was trouble.

Not going was definitely not an option; that would be equivalent to a confession. But going might also lead to exposure—although his Face was disguised, if Ji Haoyue used some special method to investigate, he might see through the clues.

Moreover, that quirky girl was sitting right next to him.

Ye Fan remembered the words Ji Ziyue shouted when she left a year ago, and his heart became even more uneasy.

Should... she shouldn't be able to recognize him, right? After all, it had been a year, and he had changed his Face.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Forget it, go see the situation first. Adapt to the circumstances.

He was dragged by the old man through the crowd and onto the high platform.

On the high platform, Ji Haoyue sat upright on a chair, his gaze like lightning, staring right at him.

Ji Ziyue sat to one side, swinging her legs out of boredom, her gaze sweeping over the person dragged up with indifference.

But the moment her gaze fell on that person—she froze.

That Face was ordinary, nothing special. But that aura, that aura that was inexplicably familiar to her—

Ji Ziyue's eyes lit up instantly.

She jumped off the chair, rushed to Ye Fan in a few steps, circled him twice, and her nose twitched slightly, as if she were smelling something.

Ye Fan felt his skin crawl from her stare. What was this girl doing?

After circling twice, Ji Ziyue suddenly stopped and stared at his Face. Then, she smiled.

That smile was as brilliant as blooming spring flowers, yet it carried a hint of cunning and a hint of triumph.

"It's you!" She pointed at Ye Fan and said loudly. "Great! I wasn't looking for you, but you actually delivered yourself to my doorstep!"

Ye Fan's expression froze instantly. Damn it?!

He looked at the young girl in front of him in disbelief. "How... how did you recognize me?"

He had clearly changed his Face, clearly used a disguise, how could this girl possibly recognize him?

Ji Ziyue put her hands on her hips and looked at him triumphantly. "Even if you turned into ashes, I would still recognize you!"

She leaned in, stretched out her hands, and began to paw at Ye Fan's Face. "Quickly reveal your true Face! Don't think that because you changed your Face, I can't recognize you!"

Ye Fan was pushed back repeatedly by her pawing, his expression strained. "Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing! Let go! Let go quickly!"

Ji Ziyue didn't listen at all, her hands continuing to move. "I won't let go!"

The two of them started grappling on the high platform like this, one desperately trying to pull at his Face, the other desperately trying to dodge.

The crowd below the stage watched in stunned silence.