Yu Xuan stared at the black and orange butterfly drifting lazily through the air.
Its wings were patterned with shifting energy, faint trails lingered behind it, like strokes of a brush painting unseen laws into the atmosphere.
'Now what kind of senior is this…?' Yu Xuan thought.
At this point, he had learned one rule very clearly.
If it looks harmless here, it absolutely isn't.
Because anything alive here is definitely an Ancient being.
He would not even be surprised if, he suddenly saw a fungus stronger than him.
The butterfly changed direction mid-flight without warning and headed straight toward him.
Before Yu Xuan could react, it landed delicately on his nose.
He went cross-eyed trying to look at it.
From this distance, its tiny compound eyes reflected him in dozens of fragmented images.
He had the distinct feeling he was being thoroughly seen through.
For several long seconds, he stood there awkwardly, unsure if he should sneeze or not.
