Translator: Tamon Mao Zimiao got used to Wang Qi’s occasional flair for weirdness. She ignored the foreign words, ‘shocker’ and ‘pick-up hand,’ saying, “I get the feeling you’ve learned more than you’re showing.” (Tamon: reference to the anime A Certain Magical Index, whose main character has the same ability on his right hand, which also happens to be how he gets girls.)
Translator: Tamon To all Divine Province people watching, Mao Zimiao included, Wang Qi’s interest in the roof was unnatural, to say the least.
Translator: Tamon Su Junyu gave Wang Qi two new ways of calculating: what Divine Province called White Marsh Expansion and Fourier Expansion.
Translator: Tamon Wang Qi sat cross-legged outside the Immortal Institute’s storeroom, hands on his legs, and holding a reddish copper item in deep concentration.
Translator: Tamon All-immortal Realm, meeting room. Chen Jingyun was weary, elbows on the table, and holding his face. Being a made-up realm, the habit still brought some comfort, despite how the gesture lacked any sensory feedback.
Translator: Tamon Two dozen cultivators came to reinstate the trial grove’s barrier, most of which were at Golden Core Realm. The demons of each zone were soon separated, and a new barrier was erected as balance was once again restored in the grove.
Translator: Tamon “Ripple power is sun power! Die, you monkey!”
Translator: Tamon The demons in the fighting zone were hostile to humans, and this place just happened to have four at the Qi Refining Realm. It was obvious by a mile what it intended.
