Yuan Lie silently picked up the wine glass in front of him, looked at everyone in the account with a deep and dark look, and took a sip of the mellow horse milk wine, but felt bitter.

"Okay, okay! Since you no longer believe in immortality, then I will not be a tribe's sar!" The old man suddenly raised his voice and suppressed everyone's voice.

"Da Zhasa, you old..." Su Muju, who was shouting the most fiercely in the crowd, widened her eyes wide, looked at the indignant old man in disbelief, and his arrogance suddenly faded.

Dazhasa is a person who can communicate directly with Changshengtian. His status is second only to that of the tribe Khan. In the three major tribes of Yan State, only their Flame tribe has Dazhasa. There can be no one in the tribe, but it must not be without Dazhasa!

"Okay, okay!" Yuan Lie sighed lightly, stood up and turned the table in front of him, walked to the old man a few steps, and said with a smile: "The Lieyan tribe may not have a concubine, but it is impossible for Da Zasa to not have Da Zasa. I have sent someone to invite the concubine, Zasa will still sit down, and the banquet will begin soon."

"Hmph!" Dazhasa shook his sleeves, bowed to Yuan Lie and said, "The Great Khan is wise!"

After saying that, he held his head high and walked back to his position and sat down slowly.

"This old man was kicked by a donkey!" Su Moer and Mo Zheng standing beside him whispered: "Who did he think he was? He is in charge of the Khan family affairs?"

"Shhh-! Sister Moer, please be quiet!" Mo Zheng made a move to silence. Dazhasa's seat was in the first position on the left, very close to them, so it was hard to guarantee that Su Moer would not hear her words.

"I'm not afraid of him listening!" Su Mo'er said angrily: "That woman's scandal has spread throughout the Yanbei grassland. Who among the tribesmen is not angry that she humiliated the Khan? It's better that the old man is immortal. The Khan King's banquet must be her. He is forcing everyone to recognize Yue Qiyun, the concubine!"

The two women muttered, and Dazasa glanced at Su Mo'er from the corner of her eyes, and then looked at Yuan Lie silently.

"Don't just talk about immortality. Dazasa is the only witch god in Yan State who can communicate with the immortal world!" Mo Zheng felt nervous when she saw the light in the old man's eyes, and she whispered to Su Mo'er.

"What's wrong with Changshengtian? Changshengtian can't care about the Khan's wife, right? I think it's this old immortal pretending to be a ghost, hum!" Su Mo'er muttered to herself.

"The concubine is here-!" The sound of the guards singing at the door sounded, and the main tent suddenly became clear, and everyone's eyes were on the slowly raised curtain.

Outside the tent, the crackling bonfire illuminated the night, and the summer night wind was gentle and soothing. A slender figure appeared in the swaying fire, and walked in slowly with light and steady steps.

With everyone's contempt or surprise, Yue Qiyun raised her chin slightly, lowered her eyes, and the expression on her face was neither sad nor happy.

Instead of wearing Han costumes, she wore the most traditional costumes of Yan State. She had a sky blue cross-collar long skirt and a high collar covering the wounds on her neck. The long horseshoe-shaped cuffs and wide skirt were embroidered with snow-white auspicious cloud patterns. Every step she took, it seemed like a white cloud was rolling and surging.

On the two long braids, there were a few blood-red coral beads embedded, which made her hair look even more oily and black. Her steps were steady, and the pearl tassels on the phoenix crown remained motionless, as if they were fixed on her cheeks.

Yue Qiyun walked a typical lotus step. Only after the most stringent etiquette and upbringing can he walk out of such steps so calmly.

The lotus step talisman is very small, almost walking with the wrong foot, but the frequency of step is very fast. People can only see the slight shaking of the hem of the long skirt, but they cannot see the walking shoes. Yue Qiyun's figure is as straight as pine, and the jewelry on her head does not shake at all.

This dress of the Yan State concubine complements Yue Qiyun's noble and proud figure.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the woman who was walking soothing like a white cloud in a stunning way. The halo of pearls on the tassels on her temples dyed her pink cheeks, and her slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes were cold.

Yuan Lie was lost for a moment, but the praise that surged from the bottom of his heart was soon suppressed by him.

"The noble phoenix on the grassland, the heaven of immortality will bless you to become the concubine of our Fiery Clan. Please accept Lao Zasa's blessing!" Da Zasa took the lead in standing up, put his right palm on his chest, and bowed respectfully to Yue Qiyun.

The old man's voice was low and with a long tremolo, and it seemed as if he was singing, which surprised Yue Qiyun.

She stopped in front of Dazasa, nodded slightly, smiled at the old man with a frosty face, walked towards Yuanlie gently, and sat down steadily.

Su Moer, who was standing behind Yuan Lie, made her originally pretty face a little hideous because of her crazy jealousy.

Mo Zheng was pale with a white face like pollen and unconsciously bit her lips. Compared to Yue Qiyun's formal attire of the concubine, her extremely luxurious and charming dress looked so humble and ridiculous.

After Roland and Gladiola saluted Yuan Lie, they bowed to Yue Qiyun, carefully sorted out her long skirt spread on the animal skin, and then stood silently behind her.

Their stops like this made Su Moer and Mo Zheng very embarrassed. They were originally standing there as Yuan Lie women. However, as Yue Qiyun sat in the main seat, the four people standing were in a straight line, which seemed that Su Moer and the others also became maids.

"Damn woman!" Su Mo'er's cheeks flushed with anger, and her hands clenched in her sleeves tightly into fists. "I'll show you a good look later!"

"Shank you, everyone is here, will the feast begin?" Su Muju slapped the table in front of her, as if she didn't know that they should salute the concubine, shouting loudly.

"Hey, drink and drink, after waiting for so long, the roasted lamb is almost cold!" Zuo Xianwang picked up the wine glass on the table, bowed to Yuan Lie, and hung Yue Qiyun aside.

"You!" Dazhasa saw that no one saluted Yue Qiyun or toasted her, and she couldn't help but get angry again. However, he couldn't grab the other person to salute, and could only sit on the side and blow his beard and stare.

Yuan Lie had no expression on his face, ignoring the disrespect of his tribe members to the concubine, raised his glass high and pursed his lips, without any intention of helping her.
Chapter completed!