Translator: Silavin *Crackle, crackle…* Early the next morning, the fire pit in Su Bai’s Teepee was burning. The fox eared girl had lit it early in the morning.
Translator: Silavin “Swamp? Shaman, what’s a swamp?” Cang Shi was hearing this term for the first time.
Translator: Silavin *Chirp chirp…* Strange beast calls constantly echoed in the primitive forest, fortunately muffled by the lush trees. Su Bai and his group were in a shaded area, spared from the scorching sun.
Translator: Silavin Following Su Bai’s instructions, Cang Shi had people prepare some worms, wooden blocks that could float on water, and several long fishing rods.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai brushed his teeth while touching his neck, muttering to himself, “It’s still better to have a pillow.”
Translator: Silavin At noon, the sun in the sky was particularly scorching, with some parts of the ground even cracking from the heat. After checking the second batch of papermaking and explaining to everyone how to read time on the sundial, Su Bai returned to the Main Teepee.
Translator: Silavin Sunlight spread across the entire Flame Dragon Tribe, with the calls and cries of some Ferocious Beasts, a new day had arrived.
Translator: Silavin At dusk, Su Bai had people bring the dried paper into the Main Teepee, and the wooden boards were arranged on the stone table.
