When Fu Zhuo heard Sui Yi's words, her face changed drastically. Her first reaction was to ensure no one nearby was eavesdropping, and her second was to coldly say, "What do you mean by that?"
Her fingers gripped the sword hilt, her gaze darkening.
Sui Yi turned to look at her and said, "Your swordsmanship is bold and domineering, but when certain moves are executed, they appear awkward. This is because the swordsmanship inherited is masculine, while you are female, unable to harmonize with it. You might deceive ordinary people, but anyone familiar with your sword style will easily discern your femininity."
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhuo's eyes flickered. She was confident her disguise and all deceptions were flawless, yet she hadn't expected a vulnerability in this aspect.
"I think, in this world, few are as skilled as you. So, what will you do?" Fu Zhuo said coolly, still using a low male voice.
Sui Yi looked at her, seemingly deep in thought....
