As the group discussed matters, sharp-eyed Yang Qing spotted a hazy figure slowly walking toward them through the patch of nightglow grass.
This person...
Though Yang Qing could not make out the expression on his face, he still firmly remembered what Jiangli had said at the beginning.
The Demon Abyss might look lush and flourishing, but who knew how many dangers lurked behind that splendor?
Besides, Jiangli had also said that, apart from their group, precious little in the Demon Abyss consisted of real people and real things.
So this "person" he was seeing now might very well not be human.
In the brief moment that Yang Qing's thoughts raced, the person who had seemed so far away was already right before them.
Sure enough, just as Jiangli had predicted, the newcomer was not human at all.
Instead, he was a butterfly that could already assume human form.
Yang Qing was taken aback by Jiangli's explanation.
"A butterfly? How could it become a man?"
Since everyone in the Demon Abyss practiced demonic magic, were their breakthroughs just as heaven-defying?
That was certainly something worth studying.
"Not so. He is merely an ordinary butterfly spirit. He must have come here by chance and happened to encounter you."
Yang Qing had not expected his question to draw such an unexpected answer.
His heart filled with unease.
Yang Qing understood that Jiangli probably had not told him the truth this time.
Anyone who could make even Jiangli so wary was no ordinary person.
No, no ordinary spirit.
Yang Qing did not tell the newcomer to leave. Instead, he looked straight into his eyes.
At a casual glance, they were merely a pair of ordinary eyes.
But if someone stared into them a little longer, how could they possibly think those were eyes?
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