"Why don't you meet Ye Ling first? Aren't you curious about the little butterfly demon?" King Yama said, sidestepping the question.
Then, without waiting for Xin Huohuo and Mr. Hei to agree, and ignoring the "bubble" in his palm that was hopping about as if trying to break free, King Yama simply shook his sleeve.
A palm-sized object landed on the table. Xin Huohuo and Mr. Hei instinctively leaned in for a closer look.
'No wonder this butterfly demon's name is Ye Ling!'
It was a small, green butterfly that looked like a freshly sprouted leaf in early spring. Faint, interwoven patterns of silver and black decorated its back, making it breathtakingly beautiful. However, she seemed dazed and confused. She didn't even try to flee when they leaned in, her wings merely giving two weak, almost imperceptible, shivers. If not for that faint movement, she would have looked like a beautiful specimen, stirring a strange sense of pity in one's heart.
