Moments later, within the insect hive, the powerful figures gathered.
They stood distinct and separate.
Chen Gushan, Yan Zhixing, and Ho Linglong stood side by side, their expressions indifferent.
Dark Butterfly smiled gently, holding Lu Ye's arm, standing beside him. Her exterior seemed calm, but her heart was pounding.
In Banlan, the hundreds of thousands of years of perpetual war between the human race and the Insect Race had long rooted a deep-seated hatred, the kind that would lead to fighting rather than meeting, if not for Lu Ye today.
Even with Lu Ye here, Dark Butterfly couldn't be sure these three wouldn't harbor any other thoughts against her.
If a fight were to break out, facing three at once, she stood no chance; today's meeting could be her burial ground.
Not to mention there's Zi Ying on the side...
Yayi and Kuzhi stood behind their Insect Matriarch, striving to straighten their backs, yet still trembling, their expressions pale.
