On Taiyin Island.
Zhong Shenxiu awoke from a dream, looking at his fingers, a slight smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, on his fingertip, rested a multicolored butterfly.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for saving me..."
From the butterfly came a thought: "I am Meng Nanhua... This time, being schemed against by the [Heart Demon Prince], I'm afraid it will lead to much trouble in the human world... I ask fellow Daoist to quickly inform Fang Xian and Zhengyi, to let them be more vigilant..."
"So it's the Great Saint Meng, no wonder..."
Zhong Shenxiu nodded, not at all surprised by the other's identity.
Who else but Meng Nanhua could dream-transform into a butterfly and dive into the metaphysical realm of all beings' hearts?
"This Dream Butterfly movement technique of fellow Daoist is profoundly mysterious, why not inform them yourself?"
A strange expression appeared on Zhong Shenxiu's face.
