Translator: Silavin Cang Shi entered the Teepee and put down the bundle of plants he was carrying, looking curiously at Yu Ying, wondering why his Niece was here with the Shaman.
Translator: Silavin The sun disappeared behind the mountains, and the sky turned grey. The Tribe lit bonfires, and laughter never ceased. The aroma of roasted meat permeated the air.
Translator: Silavin “Shaman, Father and the others are back,” Yan Hua softly said.
Translator: Silavin “Hurry up! Just a little more and we’re done!” Yan Jiao shouted, carrying a Hollow Log and swiftly moving through the forest.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai looked at the very excited Mai Mang, inexplicably reminded of the orphanage director’s constant words to him, ‘You must study! If you don’t study, your life is over! Study desperately. Since you are all orphans, without parents to support you, you can only find your own way in life. You can’t be like this old man who has no skills. I didn’t study back then. When my first step is…
Translator: Silavin The Tribe was bustling with transformation. It was visibly changing, especially the ground which had become much cleaner, with even stones having been cleared away.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai stood on the high platform, looking at the crowd’s gaze. [Are those eyes that contain recognition?]
Translator: Silavin “Ten sets? No problem,” Gu Mu agreed immediately. Only the first set would take a bit longer. Once he was familiar with the process, he could halve the time for each set.
