Translator: Silavin Yan Hua followed Su Bai back to the wooden house since morning training had not started yet.
Translator: Silavin Yu Ying looked puzzled, blinking her pink eyes a few times, and asked, “What did you do, Shaman?”
Translator: Silavin Yu Ying held Rolly tightly, refusing to let go, her face constantly nuzzling against its face.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai crouched in front of the small cat, taking out some dried meat to try and win its favour.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai had just finished bathing and was heading back to his wooden house. He was stretching his back as he thought to himself, [It is moments like these that are my favourite.]
Translator: Silavin *Swish swish swish…* At dusk, a figure in the forest was swiftly wielding a weapon.
Translator: Silavin Yu Ying soon brought in the eight children to the wooden house, and had them line up in front of the Shaman.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai was reading a herbal encyclopaedia at his desk when he heard Yan Jiao’s voice from outside.
