"The translation is done!"
Chen Jie looked at Zhao Ya, who handed over a translated copy of the Ancient Lan Wisdom Scripture. Chen Jie glanced at it; Zhao Ya's translation was very detailed, even noting some Buddhist terms with commentary below, fearing misunderstanding.
She explained how such Buddhist language should be understood.
Chen Jie perused it from beginning to end and gratefully said, "Yaya, truly you've worked hard, with this Quran, I'm confident I can absorb this Dao Fruit."
Zhao Ya replied, "No need to thank me."
After saying this, the two exchanged a glance, and Zhao Ya went to rest. Meanwhile, Wang Baobao wasn't resting; he took a sum of money to find the most luxurious carriage nearby. Tomorrow, they must enter the city with great fanfare; the grander the spectacle, the fewer dare to stop them.
