Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin “Who the hell are you!?” Jian Qian sweated buckets, his eyes fixed on Chen Changan in a futile attempt to glean his every secret.
Translator: Tamon Mao Zimiao got used to Wang Qi’s occasional flair for weirdness. She ignored the foreign words, ‘shocker’ and ‘pick-up hand,’ saying, “I get the feeling you’ve learned more than you’re showing.” (Tamon: reference to the anime A Certain Magical Index, whose main character has the same ability on his right hand, which also happens to be how he gets girls.)
Translator: Tamon To all Divine Province people watching, Mao Zimiao included, Wang Qi’s interest in the roof was unnatural, to say the least.
Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin As the Buddhist Aura spilled everywhere, a mountain of a Buddha appeared.
Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin Chen Changan eyed Jian Qian’s hands; their movements were a telltale sign that a finisher was about to be unleashed.
Translator: Tamon Su Junyu gave Wang Qi two new ways of calculating: what Divine Province called White Marsh Expansion and Fourier Expansion.
Translator: Tamon Wang Qi sat cross-legged outside the Immortal Institute’s storeroom, hands on his legs, and holding a reddish copper item in deep concentration.
Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin Golden lights spilled everywhere, accompanied by monastic chanting that drove off the clouds.
