Translator: Silavin “We don’t know exactly how heavy it is either. That weight is set by the Spotted Deer Tribe. We would only know after going there to compare.” Yan Jiao shook his head.
Translator: Silavin “What is a ‘Sarira’?” Cang Shi asked hurriedly.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai was now in a comatose state, unable to move or speak, unable to perceive any sounds from the outside. Countless profound Shaman Scriptures flashed through his mind.
Translator: Silavin Time passed. They conversed. One side teached and the other, questioned. Before they knew it, the sun had once again set.
Translator: Silavin “Shaman, can you tell me what exactly a Shaman is?” Su Bai asked the question he had long wanted to know.
Translator: Silavin *Roar roar…*
Translator: Silavin “The taste is… erm…” Just as Su Bai was about to answer honestly, he saw Yan Hua’s red eyes flickering with expectation.
Translator: Silavin Yan Hua caught up to Su Bai carrying two pheasants and said in a clear voice, “Let me handle them. We’ll dry any leftovers into jerky.”
