Translator: Silavin The two strands of Spiritual Energy collided in a flash. However, to Huyuan Songqing’s surprise, that thin thread of Spiritual Energy was unexpectedly solid. It was not immediately destroyed by his Spiritual Energy, but temporarily held its ground.
Translator: Silavin “Speak, what do you want? This Grandmaster will accommodate you.” Qin Yichen waved his hand with the air of a Master, completely ignoring the other’s murderous gaze.
Translator: Silavin “Heavenly Unicorn Dynasty? Qin Yichen?” Muttering these two unfamiliar names, the middle-aged man’s brows furrowed even deeper.
Translator: Tamon With the tour prematurely ending and the martial test still ongoing at the Immortal Institute’s training grounds, the teacher declared the rest of the day off.
Translator: Tamon Wang Qi’s respect for the seniors grew as he witnessed Daoist Proscribe’s statue, as did the rest of the students.
Translator: Silavin Soul Martial Artists. Although rare, considering the vast Northern Region, with its millions of square kilometres and billions of people, there were actually quite a few who awakened as a Soul Martial Artist each year.
Translator: Silavin It was too strange. Except for Qin Yichen, even when Lu Linghan approached, Xiao Bai would growl a few times. But now, with Little Ling’er tugging at its ear, it did not resist at all. On the contrary, it looked pitiful and fearful.
Translator: Silavin The crowd parted to make way, and a young man not yet twenty years old walked slowly forward, accompanied by a ‘pet’ that looked like a Dog but was not one.
