Eighty Percent of the Credit

When Yao Lao learned that I was not from the Medicine Clan, and that none of the people who had come to rescue him were from the Medicine Clan either, he turned his head away with an unhappy expression, like a young maiden who had been deceived.

Xiao Yan lowered his head, pretending not to see anything. Wind Venerable burst into laughter. "Yao Chen, what is there to miss about that damn Medicine Clan? Nalan Ye, on the other hand, has spent years running all over the Central Plains and going to great lengths to save you. At least eighty percent of the credit for your escape today belongs to him!"

Yao Lao was startled. He eyed me several times in disbelief. "That kid is only a Four Star Dou Zong. Nearly twenty of you came, including two Venerables. How could he alone claim eighty percent of the credit?"

Yet when Yao Lao looked around, he saw admiration on Xiao Yan's face. That unfamiliar fire-element Venerable did not refute Gu Ling's words either, as though he tacitly acknowledged my contribution. Yao Lao could not help but feel shocked.

No way, no way. Could someone really be that capable?

"Yao Chen, you've known Nalan Ye for so many years, yet it seems you truly don't understand him at all. Let me tell you, in terms of talent and cultivation, Nalan Ye may not be number one in the Central Plains. But when it comes to schemes and methods, he is absolutely number one among the younger generation of the entire Dou Qi Continent!"

Wind Venerable chuckled. Speaking of this, he could not help becoming somewhat excited. He said emotionally, "Forget everything else. Just take what you saw earlier, Yao Chen. Nalan Ye and I walked all the way to the edge