Bu Cuoyang was greatly shocked, but still feigned composure and asked.
"Patron Lin, Master Huiming isn't here. Do you want me to convey another message to him?"
Seeing Bu Cuoyang playing dumb, Lin Yi couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Ha ha!"
"Leader, you are Master Huiming, and Master Huiming is you. I already know everything; the birthmark on your right palm is the best evidence."
Lin Yi unreservedly spoke of all the evidence he had found that Bu Cuoyang was indeed Master Huiming.
"Ah!"
After being unmasked, Bu Cuoyang heaved a long sigh, slowly unwrapping the layers of gauze around his head.
There appeared an old man with half of his face burned and disfigured, red-eyed, looking at Lin Yi.
"That year, I was out wandering and nearly perished in a great fire. It was Sang Ya's mother who saved me, and that's why I feel such guilt towards Sang Ya."
