<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Silavin Xia Yan’s expression was serene. None understood Han Yidao’s artworks more than his disciple, not even Yao Shigu. He picked up Maitreya Jade Pendant, and he couldn’t help but furrow his brows upon touching it.
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Silavin “Grandpa, what do you mean?” Yao Ting’s body shuddered, and even her neck got flushed. As for Xia Yan who was next to her, he was also quite embarrassed. It was obvious that his Martial Uncle planned to follow his master’s words, and it seemed like he didn’t mind his granddaughter mingling with him.
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Silavin “Martial uncle!” Xia Yan quickly interrupted him and said with a bitter smile, “You should call me by my name in the future, you can even call me Lil Yan if you want. Don’t ever call me headmaster, or else, I won’t ever dare to come here again.”
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Silavin Upon seeing this object, Yao Shigu took it from Xia Yan with trembling hands, as if he had just sighted upon a rare treasure. After a long while, he let out a long breath and returned it to Xia Yan. “Xia Yan, since my senior brother has already given it to you, then it’s yours. None can take it away, not even me.”
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: Immortal Dreamer Editor: Spectre The peddler almost coughed out a mouthful of blood, [I quoted a price of ¥100K and you make a counter offer of ¥50. Is there any sense in doing something like this?]
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: Immortal Dreamer Editor: Spectre Xia Yan sprinted all the way to a fast food store that engaged in business all night long with some fears still lingering in his heart.
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: Immortal Dreamer Editor: Spectre Xia Yan recalled an item that he had forgotten about till now—magic scrolls! A mage didn’t need to chant the incantation of the spell and just had to tear the scroll open and use a minute amount of magic power to activate the spell stored within it. If he had the scroll on hand, he wouldn’t have had to worry about his spell…
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: Immortal Dreamer Editor: Spectre “I’m Xia Yan,” Xia Yan replied while cursing at the old man’s Daoist title internally, [Desireless? Knocking off that ‘-less’ at the end would be more apt.]
