"This person's swordsmanship is truly extraordinary..."
Above the villa, two figures intertwined, dancing with the sword glow and moonlight, their fists casting shadows in the embrace of night.
The Wild Monkey commented with a sizzling voice, his slender body hunched over, hands in pockets, eyes gleaming like those of a wild beast, emitting an unusual glow.
"The Sword Dao is profound and vast. Through the ages, gentlemen have favored the sword, which symbolizes a certain 'qi,' and is the symbol of the king's way," Li Futu, staring at the two figures, said slowly, "This person's sword carries sharpness, deceit, and malice. It's not a sword of honesty and honor, which shows that this person has always preferred to hide himself, suggesting he is someone with deep scheming."
The Wild Monkey showed a look of surprise, "Master Li truly possesses remarkable abilities, to infer a person's character just from their sword moves, I am impressed."
