Parrot Bites Tongue

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters.
Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia?
The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms...
Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening.
Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

The Lord who use immortals as food

When Yang Yan brought the sword scriptures over, this was the scene he saw; Pei Ye was sitting far off on the stairs, alone, holding and reading a small booklet. Upon hearing him push the door open, he immediately stood up, revealing a joyful smile.


"I read a bit last night, so I think I'm getting there." Pei Ye laughed as he took the "Snow Collapse" from Yang Yan. Now he was clear-headed and calm, especially considering the boating that would take place tonight, his heart was excited and filled with eagerness to learn, "I suppose I should be able to break through the first level today."


These boys seemed to be also entangled with their own thoughts, and Yang Yan sat next to Pei Ye in a rather desolate state: "Pei Ye."


The boy didn't beat around the bush: "Tianshan wants me to join them."


"..." Pei Ye froze mid-action while flipping through the Sword Scriptures, "You don't want to go?"


Chapter 168 - Layer_3