Translator: Silavin The wooden boards covered with Wolf Tail Grass Pulp were moved out of the classroom one by one and placed under a large tree. The tree was lush, with sunlight filtering through, leaving only scattered spots of light. It was perfect for the newly made paper to be dried under it, since they would completely avoid direct sunlight.
Translator: Barnnn In the Far East Wasteland… A single beam of light pierced through the swirling dust storms. Anyone who had ever used the arcane arts would recognize it as the glow of a Teleportation Spell Circle — the invention of Asley, the self-proclaimed Philosopher. A man appeared, stepping out of the light — his body rugged, covered in countless scars that spoke of battles fought and survived.
Translator: Silavin These Monsters were called Undead Flying Dragons, a Level 55 Elite Monster.
Translator: Raikov Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Within the Illusion Ward, Wei Que unleashed Spell Techniques in all directions relentlessly for the sake of self-preservation. Even if he was in the Ninth Order Cloud River Realm, he still couldn’t hold on for long.
Translator: Silavin Zhou Tianwei’s words were filled with helplessness.
Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin “Void rift…” A thunderous shout shook the entire Misty Mountains.
Translator: Silavin In the centre of the round platform, a good amount of softened Wolf Tail Grass Stems were placed.
Translator: Fate Translation Checker: Silavin All the Immortal Forces of the Immortal Domain had been invited to the birthday banquet at the King Luo Residence. While several Immortal Kings had rushed over to extend their sincere congratulations in person, the number of youths in the mansion was naturally much higher.
