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?]
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.
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 being interrupted.
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.]
Translator: Immortal Dreamer Editor: Spectre Xia Yan swore internally that he had never seen such a handsome old guy ever before. Even those so-called elderly gentlemen who appear on television and the ever so charming elderly celebs couldn’t compare with this old man.
Translator: Silavin Editor: Spectre “Young Master Xie, do you want to have barbecue together with us?” Xia Yan shouted at Xie Zheng’s retreating back. However, Xie Zheng did not turn his head to look back and clenched his fists even tighter. After sitting down in a good spot inside Sena Time, he took out his smartphone and made a call.
Translator: Silavin Editor: Spectre Xia Yan would have his revenge against the Xie Group due to their treatment of his father. At the same time, he had a good impression of the Liu family.
Translator: Silavin Editor: Spectre “Ah?” Zhang Shufen and Le Wenqing suddenly came to a realization and their faces heated up, displaying a shade of red. Le Wenqing remarked, “What’s the rush? It’s still too early!”
