Misty Cloud Translations

  Misty Cloud Translations

  Su Yang held a knife in his hand, the blade was as thin as a cicada’s wings. No blood got on his blade as it started sinking into the flesh.

  Every piece of flesh he cut was very thin as he placed it on a plate neatly.

  Sima You Yue thought that she might not eat any more meat in the near future.

  The Tenth Elder laid on the floor, his eyes filled with hatred rather than the fear of death.

  “Don’t get ..