Feng Jun and Red Sister rode back in a large truck, leaving the car they had driven there with Wang Haifeng.
The truck was loaded with dug-up spirit plants. Neither of them sat in the cab, choosing instead to sit directly in the cargo bed.
It was one thing for a young man like Feng Jun to sit in the back, but seeing a delicate woman like Red Sister sitting there as well was rather baffling.
The truck driver warmly invited Red Sister to sit up front, but she refused. Shaking his head helplessly, he stepped onto the cab's running board and could not help glancing at the two of them. "There are butterflies in this weather? How strange."
The reason the two of them were sitting in the cargo bed was because of this butterfly called Flower Lord.
The butterfly could not be put into a Storage Pouch, nor could it be taken to another plane. If they drove a small car and it caused some trouble... some butterfly trouble, that would be no fun.
It was only six in the morning when they got in. The sky had not yet brightened, and there was no one else in the cargo bed. Feng Jun took out a huge sofa, and the two snuggled together on it beneath a down comforter.
An iron chain was fastened around Flower Lord's neck. It was not thick, only about as thick as No. 1 iron wire, and roughly three meters long, giving it some room to move.
Feng Jun gave Red Sister another Blood Essence Protective Talisman for self-defense. He even wore one himself—circulating spiritual energy for protection was simple enough, but keeping it up all the time was exhausting.
Then he released Flower Lord into the cargo bed. The iron chain certainly