Translator: Aran

  In the sky.

  The Celestial Phoenix Maiden was still in a daze, eyes dull and absent, zoning out once again.

  The so-called protests and discontent were as insignificant as the sound of a breeze in her ear.

  The guardian Saint turned stiff, and was about to say something.

  It was at this time that the bald fatty Sheng Yan shouted aloud, “What are you doing? What? Ah, you don't agree, my big brother was just lazy to fight for a place. Don’t thi..