"Another First-grade Immortal Art..."
The shock in Yun Xuan's eyes became ever more unbelievable.
Since when had First-grade Immortal Arts become so commonplace?
Even the Lineage she belonged to was unimaginably powerful; their ancestor was even on the verge of touching that legendary realm!
Yet in the entire Lineage, there were no more than a pair of hands' worth of First-grade Immortal Arts!
And this was merely the beginning!
As more and more Immortal Arts found those destined for them, the astonishment in her eyes only deepened.
A Xiu kept her head lowered, threading needles and guiding silk. Her fingers flew as she embroidered lifelike immortal cranes and auspicious clouds onto cloud brocade.
She was the finest embroiderer in this Cloud Rainbow Embroidery Shop, and also the most delicate-looking. Yet she was also the quietest.
Because she was mute. At the age of ten, her gambling-addicted father had sold her here in exchange for three sacks of coarse rice.
The owner of the embroidery shop was a harsh middle-aged woman, who would beat or curse at the slightest dissatisfaction.
A Xiu's body was always covered in overlapping old and new scars.
She could not speak. All her pain and grievances could only be buried deep in her heart.
She had once secretly overheard that, once she grew a little older, she would be sent to the City Lord's Manor to serve that notorious young master, a spoiled dandy of great renown.
It was said that none of those favored by that young master had ever met a good end.
What kind of hell would that be?
She wanted to cry, but no one would listen to her tears.
She wanted to run, but every time she was caught and dragged back, she was beaten black and blue.
As she