"Ah..." Chen Liushang's soft cry, though faint, struck Ming Xuan like a bolt of lightning, instantly shattering the surrounding tranquility.
"What a terrifying butterfly! The butterflies bite! Wuwuwu," Chen Liushang cried out in pain. She clutched her injured right hand. While Ming Xuan had been conversing with Old Tree Immortal, the flower-filled ancient courtyard had quietly filled with a swarm of eerie butterflies radiating a black mist.
She had immediately pulled back her paper kite, followed by an instinctive cry of alarm.
Chapter 124