Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin During the time when Yu Zi Yu was discussing Formations with Golden Monkey, the Martial Arts Tournament was approaching its conclusion.
Author: Silavin Yang Ji and Yang Xu looked at each other, puzzled by the sight. After all, the structure of this thatched house was really familiar. Although it was of a different colour, there was no mistaking it. This was almost a carbon copy of the small house their Uncle Eleven lives in.
Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin Yu Zi Yu’s sudden raise of hand immediately brought a rare look of confusion on Golden Monkey’s face.
Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin “However, what!?” Hearing ‘however, from Golden Monkey, Yu Zi Yu’s heart tightened suddenly. An ominous premonition flashed through his mind.
Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin “Formation Core…” Murmuring, a flash of insight crossed Yu Zi Yu’s mind.
Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin “With this Dao-Protecting Artifact, there are probably few beings in the entire Universe who can fight me.” Yu Zi Yu chuckled. His heartstrings had always been taut, but now, he finally felt relaxed.
Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin “A Sentient Artifact is used for attack, but if it’s for proving or protecting the Dao, then it’s a Dao-Protecting Artifact… and this one…” Seemingly grasping at something, Yu Zi Yu could not help but murmur.
Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin Meanwhile, away from the fervent Martial Arts Tournament taking place in the heart of Misty Mountains, in the depths of the Void Space, Yu Zi Yu fell into contemplation.
