Tricking Yao Chen Once

If described by contribution percentage...

It would go something like this.

Pill Lightning struck, reducing Yao Chen's overall condition by ninety-five percent. Mu Gu struck, reducing Yao Chen's overall condition by another four percent. Han Feng struck, delivering the finishing blow—a backstab that dealt one percent true critical damage to Yao Chen and emptied his health bar.

So...

Saying that all the blame should fall on Han Feng...

Seemed rather unreasonable...

Fortunately, Xuan Yi was a woman.

And women were creatures who had no need to be reasonable.

Perhaps reality would teach them what reason was.

But once their emotions flared up, all logic and physics were tossed to the back of their minds. Never mind the details—fight first. Whether they could win was a matter of strength; whether they acted was a matter of principle. Women were already physically weaker by nature. What if getting angry made them ill?

It was an excuse.

An excuse obvious even to an idiot.

But excuses were things one could always find if one wanted to.

What mattered was not whether an excuse held up logically, but whether the person using it had the strength and ability to act on it.

Xuan Yi did not make any excuses.

Nor did she swear anything before Lu Yuan.

She did not even show a gritted-teeth expression.

Still, that was only normal.

No matter what, Lu Yuan had learned all his skills from Yao Chen and should therefore count as Yao Chen's disciple. As one of Yao Chen's confidantes, Xuan Yi could be considered his master's wife if they were brought closer together, or at the very least, a friend of his master—someone of the elder generation. She still possessed the proper bearing. She could not let her anger show merely because she was upset. Leaving