Translator: Silavin *Crackle crackle…* The fire in the earth kiln was burning vigorously, with the wood crackling loudly as it burned.
Translator: Silavin The Sun was scorching hot, causing the leaves to curl up and lose their fresh green lustre. There was not even a hint of wind. This made anyone walking in the Tribe sweat profusely.
Translator: Silavin The stone slab kept rapidly rotating, and Ru was becoming more and more proficient. Though, this was based on having ruined about ten pieces.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai raised his hand to signal the fox eared girl to stop, and he took advantage of the rotating stone slab’s inertia to do the finishing touches. He moistened the exterior of the long, oval jar slightly with water, then shaped it to be even smoother.
Translator: Silavin As soon as Su Bai and the others finished eating their noodles, someone outside the Teepee delivered the items crafted by Shan Qiu.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai spent a full half hour comparing the stones. He fortunately, and finally, found all the raw materials needed for making glaze. He was very surprised that there were so many minerals kept in the box. He had not expected that although the Old Shaman had passed away, he had been of great help.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai stood up and shook his hand. Last night, besides drawing ceramic patterns, he also made some Shaman Bone Tablets in his spare time.
Translator: Silavin The sky was as clear as a blue sheet of paper, with a few thin white clouds floating slowly in the wind, as if melted by the sunlight. The Flame Dragon Tribe was enveloped in the vast expanse of the blazing Sun. The weather now resembled a steamer, baking the people.
