The butterfly adamantly refused to be called Huahua. It was not because the name was too tacky, but because... it simply did not like it.
However, Feng Jun said that it had promised to obey him—if it did not change its name, he would not restore its freedom for another fifty years.
The butterfly began cursing him for being shameless again. Why had he not said so before the contract?
Feng Jun did not bother saying much. "If you do not change your name, you will never get any Spirit Beast meat again."
"Shameless!" the butterfly cursed him again, then added, "I want my Spirit Beast meat medium-rare."
Flower Lord had no memory of things like medium or well-done.
But its current body was a hybrid. It possessed human memories as well as the instincts of a gu insect.
After Gazi and the others finished lunch and arrived at the Bamboo Forest, they were dumbfounded. That butterfly... had its chains removed?
Free of its chains, the butterfly flew wantonly above the Bamboo Forest. At times it was inside the Spirit-Gathering Formation, and at others it flew beyond the valley. It simply could not stop. It had not flown so freely in nearly a thousand years.
However, it was no longer a streak of white as it flew. It was purely the flight of a butterfly, slow, graceful, and fluttering.
Its presence even drew the workers' attention. "Holy crap, such a huge butterfly in the dead of winter?"
"Look, look, Crow King is beside it. Ah... it smacked Crow King with a wing. Is he in trouble now?"
"What trouble? Crow King is trying to please it. A crow is merely a king, but that butterfly is a butterfly immortal."
There were far too many such discussions to recount, and the