Translator: Silavin Yu Ying walked to the training ground and softly said, “Chieftain, the Shaman wants you to lead our people to the outskirts of the Tribe.”
Translator: Silavin “Shaman, may I come in?” Cheng Shi suddenly called from outside the Teepee.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai and Yan Hua returned to the Main Teepee, where the fox eared girl had already prepared breakfast. There was a large iron pot of Wolf Tail Grass Noodle.
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?”
