Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin An Evil Dragon Den disciple was watching over a stone chamber filled with soul lamps, brightening the room.
Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin *Sss~* A bonfire was started in the garden, with Chen Changan focused on roasting the Draconic Fowl King.
Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin *Boom~* The explosive spiritual power from the three demons as they went all out signaled the beginning of Li Feihong turning into a punching bag.
Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin “Young Master, we’ve brought Young Miss back.” Hong Yi carried Ling Bao’er into the immortal temple.
Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin *Boom!*
Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin A cool breeze drifted beneath the sacred fig, where a square stone table was set. Chen Changan and the demons were around it, the table holding jade pieces in four neat lines.
Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin “Master, they raised their talents to 8th grade. I wonder how high mine got.”
Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin The increase in talent had changed the demon kings. A terrible spiritual power surged wildly everywhere, with them at its center.
