After tipping the other party ten taels of silver, Ling Chen pushed the door open and walked inside.
Ling Chen relaxed, his eyes half-closing, recalling the details of the preceding battles. Perhaps due to his Mental Power, some details he ordinarily wouldn't dwell on came to mind—a particular sword thrust, a certain dodge, a specific kill.
This attack seemed too hesitant.
This one didn't hit the vital part.
The evasion path of my Light Skill was incorrect.
