Translator: Silavin *Crack, crack…* Mai Mang and Wa Ming took turns leading the way, using their stone knives to cut through branches and vines blocking their path.
Translator: Silavin In a forest, over two hundred people were gathered. There were old and young, women and men, all thin-faced and sickly-looking. Each appeared listless.
Translator: Silavin Early morning, before the sky was completely bright.
Translator: Silavin “Shaman, we’ll take our leave now,” Yan Jiao stood up and bowed.
Translator: Silavin Yan Jiao glanced at his Daughter’s scrunched-up face and noticed her eyes stealing glances in the Shaman’s direction. He could not help but inwardly smile, knowing that his Daughter was now also interested in the Shaman.
Translator: Silavin In the evening, outside the Main Teepee, Yan Jiao, Yan Hua, and Cang Shi had already arrived.
Translator: Silavin *Crack!* The sound of breaking branches rang out as a huge creature appeared from behind the bushes.
Translator: Silavin “What a pity,” Su Bai sighed.
