Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin *Thump, thump, thump…* Accompanied by heavy footsteps, figures one after another slowly made their way along the branches, which spanned hundreds or even thousands of meters wide.
Translator: Silavin “Shaman, we’ve prepared a lot of stones and dry grass. What are you planning to do?” Yu Ying asked.
Translator: Tamon Chen Ping walked up to Wang Xiaoniu and took his pulse with a frown.
Translator: Tamon “This is terrible! The Old Snake King is at it again!”
Translator: Silavin Zhao Shengming’s words were cut off halfway as a huge noise suddenly came from Lu Fan’s live broadcast.
Translator: Jon Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys As night fell, darkness shrouded the sky. A new moon graced the sky, and stars twinkled brightly in the night sky.
Translator: Silavin Qin Yichen knew that if he said anything more, it would only make Feng Qianxue dislike him more. Rather than that, it was better for him to leave. In his memory, there were still five to six years before Feng Qianxue’s Martial Soul awakening. He could only leave first and slowly think of ways to expose Ouyang Haotian’s ugly side.
Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin Nine Tails, after transmitting the message using Spiritual Energy, and seeing a hint of gratitude deep within Spirit Turtle’s eyes, nodded with a smile.
