Translator: Pika

  The wind cultivator was a middle-aged woman. Her appearance was exceedingly ordinary, but compared to that reincarnation of the Tyrannosaurus Rex that was her lightning-wielding counterpart, she could even be considered pretty.

  She held a fan in her hand. With the slightest of movements, the surrounding air would start to ripple outwards, merging together to form little tornadoes. These tornadoes didn’t rush straight at Zu An, which would have made it easy fo..