Tom's face showed a flicker of astonishment at that. Especially after he saw Zhang Heng search their bodies, confirm that they carried only this one ranged weapon, then walk straight to the roadside and pick up the glass bottle, Tom finally could not help asking again, "What are you planning to do with us?"
"I'm not planning to do anything to you. Otherwise, I would have gone for the kill earlier," Zhang Heng said. "I told you, I'm just an unrelated passerby."
Tom seemed to want to say something, but stopped himself.
"The people here helped me just now, so I can't let you take her away." Zhang Heng shook the bottle in his hand. The Swallowtail Butterfly inside had looked terrified before, lying motionless at the bottom of the bottle. Only after returning to Zhang Heng's hand did she spread her wings and flutter about again, looking rather excited.
Seeing this, Zhang Heng unscrewed the cap and let the butterfly out. Yet for some unknown reason, she did not immediately return to human form, instead remaining a butterfly and perching on Zhang Heng's shoulder.
Zhang Heng started walking, but after taking a few steps, he stopped again. Aside from the person he had knocked unconscious from the start, the other three grew tense at the sight.
Tom asked nervously, "What, have you changed your mind again?"
"No. I just have something I'd like you to pass on to your leader. Whatever you're trying to do, there's no need to drag a completely uninvolved person like Psyche into it."
After saying that, Zhang Heng did not look back and continued toward the entrance.
Once he had walked another twenty meters or so, Tom's voice rang out behind him again. "This is war. To claim final victory, we'll do anything that