Fairy Mo Qing
Translator: Legge
The butterfly was inconspicuous and was only the size of a palm. It barged into the battlefield and flapped its wings gently above the ripples created by the sound of the zither.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Instantly, a layer of frost covered the ripples in midair and they froze under countless gazes!
The cultivators were shocked!
This was the attack of Zither Immortal Meng Yao. Even without using her full strength, it was not something that any ordinary person could defend against.
If that snow-white butterfly could neutralize the attack of Zither Immortal Meng Yao, its cultivation realm must be at the Perfected Immortal realm as well!
Where did the butterfly come from and what was its background?
"Mmm?"
When Perfected Immortal Jing Yue saw the snow-white butterfly, he frowned and his gaze froze as he whispered, "It seems to be the Ice Butterfly that escaped from Green Cloud County!"