Translator: Aran

  Ye Qingyu received his animal bone knife back and left the camp of the Black Armor Race after thanking the experts.

  The scout team from the Black Demon Race did not pay extra attention to him.

  After all, Ye Qingyu was covered in wounds and physically battered. He looked no different from a beggar, and seemed so frail that it was as if a sudden gust of wind could lift him off his feet; the experts from the Black Demon Race thought he was as harmless as ..