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

Pei Ye walked at a leisurely pace when suddenly his gaze fixed upon a large courtyard across the alley—it was the embroidery workshop he had just mentioned.


True to what the palace official had mentioned, there were indeed ten ox carts lined up in front of the gate, each laden with a small mountain of fabric.


Palace maids in the courtyard were unloading the fabric with frowns on their faces; a slender embroidery worker with her sleeves rolled up was lifting two bolts of fabric from the cart, turned her head and gasped, "Qiuyi, come and take these from me quickly!"


From the courtyard, a voice responded: "If it's too heavy, just carry one bolt at a time."


"Oh come on, trust me, two people carrying two bolts will be quicker than one person carrying one bolt!"


More than a dozen palace maids were coming and going, as the pile of fabric on the carts slowly diminished, and the oxen watched them with their deep, silent gaze.


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