"Can you tell me more about them?" The seven butterflies were just too beautiful to ignore. Their wings were translucent with innumerable patterns. At a single glance, they might look messy, but the more one observed them, the more beautiful they seemed. The butterflies were less than the size of Yang Ze's pinky finger, and each one gave off a hazy blue light.
They would flap their wings every ten or so seconds, and every time they did that, a burst of blue luminous powder would scatter around.
This was the first time Yang Ze saw something as magical as this.
"Absolutely." With a smile, the busty woman enthusiastically began to introduce him to the butterflies.
"This is a demonic beast, Spiritwing."
