"Chang Rui, you called her a devious woman yourself. Naturally, she knows some evil tactics. How could a mere mortal claim her life so easily? This devious woman is indeed strange. She has never practiced martial arts before, yet, not only could she avoid my killer moves, but in the end, she was also on par with me when she fought me head-on..."
Outside stood a middle-aged man wearing long black garments. He'd taken good care of his health and thus looked two years younger than Xie Qian.
"My heart will be unsettled as long as the devious woman lives."
That middle-aged man, Chang Rui, entered the room and sat down near Xie Qian. His thin cheeks flickered with hints of depression.
This man's surname was Wan and his given name was Xuan. His courtesy name was Chang Rui. He was a highly sought-after scholar who was revered by many as a talented literary celebrity.