Above the nine layered heaven.
Butterflies, such beautiful yet fragile creatures, do not exist here.
For here, there are even more beautiful Mystic Birds.
Even those fluttering among the flowers are fairies with wings the size of butterflies.
A ruo curiously chased the butterfly.
She called out all the way: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, come quickly and see, a butterfly has actually flown in."
The doors of the hall were opened, Jing Jia in a plain white snow-like attire, her red lips slightly pursed, looked up at the dazzling Lan Die.
She only slightly furrowed her willow brows.
"It's a Demon Butterfly."
The smile on A ruo's face instantly turned to astonishment: "What? A creature from the Demon World?"
Jing Jia extended her hand, and the butterfly landed on her fingertip, slowly folding its wings.
As it gradually transformed into specks of black and blue flames, it turned to ashes like those burnt by fireworks, scattering with the wind.
