"Junior Brother truly deserves to be this year's top-ranked disciple of the Immortal Academy. Four pieces of trash actually couldn't take down even one of you."
Hearing that voice, Wang Qi merely looked up, then lowered his head again with little interest. "Red and white... Burning Sky Manor..."
Let A be a mapping from set X to [0,1], A:X→[0,1], x→A(x). Then X is called a fuzzy set over A; A(x) is called the membership function of fuzzy set A, or x's degree of membership in fuzzy set A... When would that Bo Xiaoya ever be able to come up with a precise definition...
Such a definition suddenly flashed through Wang Qi's mind.
The instant this man appeared, he was doomed. He had already done everything he could; rather than waste his remaining time, he might as well think about the things he cared about.
Yang Ziping glanced at Wang Qi and casually tossed the thing he was carrying before him. It was the female cultivator who had just escaped—or, more precisely, half of her. Everything below the woman's waist was gone. Wang Qi could not help staring at her wound before saying, "The wound is smooth, the exposed flesh has carbonized, and only a small amount of blood has seeped out. Judging by her expression, despite being cut in half, she showed little pain. Her cause of death was not the bisection itself. Her life force was extinguished in an instant—you've trained your Jimie Fentian Palm far better than Chi Lianxue."
Yang Ziping sighed. "If you hadn't said that, I might have spared your life."
Many-valued logic is a logical calculus with more than two possible truth values... That stupid cat...
Wang Qi chuckled twice, utterly unconcerned.
"You don't seem surprised to see me. It's as if you knew of