I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village – Chapter 12, Is Anyone Trading Linen?
Translator: Silavin “What is a ‘Sarira’?” Cang Shi asked hurriedly.
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.”
Translator: Silavin At dusk, as the sun set in the west, an excited howl resounded throughout the entire Tribe: “The Hunting Team is back!”