The one-armed woman saw Chen Yi standing with the support of his sword, and after pondering for a moment, she said, "Not bad."
Having known her for so long, Chen Yi knew her words were precious, and to receive even these two words was rare over his two lifetimes.
The fatigued Chen Yi gave a wry smile and said, "That's because Master taught well."
When he wasn't angry enough to curse, Chen Yi was quite polite and knew how to flatter.
"But you didn't learn well." Zhou Yitang wasn't moved, especially by his flattery.
What surprised her was that this time, the rebellious disciple didn't refute but nodded instead.
He smiled and said, "Indeed, when one's martial arts are high, it's easy to forget simplicity, accustomed to using strength to overcome ingenuity, forgetting to use cunning against cunning… waiting for the right moment to strike… sigh, if not for Master's reminder back then…"
"Reminder?"
Zhou Yitang said oddly:
"When did I ever speak to you?"
