"The butterfly knot emblem of the Butterfly Race."
Liu Jun's expression carried a hint of calmness as he quietly played with the offered butterfly knot in his hand.
Rustle, rustle!
The gentle and beautiful butterfly knot floated like a flower in his hand, swirling as if the strands within contained countless galaxies.
Perhaps, he could just take the tribute and leave without a trace.
But that would be theft!
It would be stealing!
And not becoming the ancient Prophet who taught the Butterfly Race civilization from the God of Longevity.
This was not the upright way.
A true Prophet would boldly read here, walk with grandeur and freedom across this land.
Therefore.
He had to stay and meet this "ancient being" once.
And if he stole something and sneaked away afterward?
Next time there's a lockdown, he might never be able to return.
To ensure a sustainable supply of resources, he would never engage in plundering to the extent of draining the pond to catch the fish.
