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Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Even if this universe is truly nothing more than a brutal, bloody, shadowy forest, we Cultivators will burn all that we have just to give off a single weak flickering spark in the darkness! “No matter how weak each spark is, how short-lived, how small… As long as the sparks flow unabated, then one day one of those sparks will light some tinder, and that tinder shall light some fallen branches, and those branches shall set ablaze each and every last tree of the forest! “In the end, even the smallest sparks will eventually set the shadowy forest ablaze and illuminate the whole world!” ------ ** Qidian International and the former translator, Mr. Strivon, have reached an agreement to buy out the chapters and host them on our site. We will be continuing the translation from the last chapter translated by Mr. Strivon **

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Éditeur: Henyee Translations

"Sister Beibei is hurt and needs timely treatment."

"The senses of your hands are very important for you as a welding technician. If your broken arm is not treated in time, chances are that it will affect your senses."

The two kids commented on her injury as if nobody were around, without the slightest shock, fear, or panic on their faces.

They seemed to be utterly unaware of the situation that they were in. Rather, they appeared unsympathetic about what had happened to Jin Beibei and were merely stating the simplest fact.

The weird picture cast all the bandits into a daze. The ruthless, atrocious bandits were all at a loss as to what to do in the moment.

Jin Beibei, however, was grasped by desperation. She shouted with the last bit of her strength, "Run, Xiaoming! Run, Wenwen!"