"I've failed to see the essence of swordsmanship, instead, I've seen a sword technique full of flaws..."
Xiao Yi said calmly.
Bai Zuotang's expression of pride abruptly solidified, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed tightly, and the red mole between his brows, set within a '川' character, took on a chill as he stared at Xiao Yi, "Are you saying that my sword technique is full of flaws?"
He was considered a swordsmanship master from the True Martial Hall.
The Dongfang Family had specially invited him to guide the practice of this young lady in white in the art of swordsmanship.
The True Martial Hall was one of the top ten sects.
Bai Zuotang, priding himself on having mastered the true teachings of the True Martial Hall and having a divine command of swordsmanship, never used to pay any heed to the common folk.
But now...
The very commoner he disdained was criticizing his swordsmanship as a technique full of flaws?
How could he tolerate this?
