Now that he was fully recovered, Zhao Rong immediately led everyone forward. As they walked, he said with lingering fear, "It seems that in this prehistoric world, no matter what we encounter, we have to consult with these natives first. We can only act after getting their permission. Otherwise, we're bound to run into disaster…"
Before Zhao Rong could finish, one of the natives suddenly pointed at a group of butterflies fluttering nearby and cried out in terror, "This is bad! That's a swarm of killer butterflies! We need to hide, quickly!"
Hearing the term "killer butterflies," Zhao Rong asked the natives in confusion, "My friends, what in the world are 'killer butterflies'? Surely these beautiful, fragile-looking things can't actually kill a person?"
But before he even finished his question, the natives had already vanished, completely hidden from sight.
