Translator: Silavin “No, I’m here to plant something,” Su Bai shook his head slightly, opening his hand to reveal two pieces of ginger.
Translator: Silavin “Shaman, are these the grass ropes you wanted?” Yu Ying returned from outside with several grass ropes.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai crouched down to look at those brown fruits, their scent making him unconsciously wrinkle his brow.
Translator: Silavin As night fell, the Flame Dragon Tribe seemed to be swallowed by darkness, with visibility reduced to almost nothing.
Translator: Silavin Qing Yan sighed deeply and asked, “Have you found any others?”
Translator: Silavin Cheng Shi turned his head in terror, dropping the longbow in his hand, his face turning pale with fright.
Translator: Silavin Shu Feng cradled several brownish fruits in his arms as he flapped his wings and flew away from the big tree.
Translator: Silavin *Whoosh, whoosh…* Shu Feng led Cheng Shi and Ai’er. They flew through the sky, and had set out from the Tribe early this morning.
