Cangwu Tree.
"Alas!"
"This time, when Xiangtuo Mo left, it seemed like he no longer wanted to live."
Liu Jun sighed softly, sensing a premonition in his demeanor.
He didn't want to indulge in melancholy.
He clearly understood he was merely a guide, a witness.
Liu Jun sat on a flower bud on the Cangwu Tree, gently stroking the head of the Phoenix Emperor, feeling somewhat regretful,
"Die Lvxin could've been content being a little butterfly on the tree, making beautiful clothes every day, hosting tea parties, but fate led to this."
"What can I say about it."
"You're like this, Xiangtuo Mo's like this, Insect Thirteen's like this, even the Truth Angels are like this..."
Though they could all achieve immortality, they didn't care, they even wanted to become fleeting fireworks.
Immortality, it's too exhausting.
Even Liu Jun had a thought.
Despite Die Lvxiang's warning, the five siblings of the Butterfly Race will inevitably drift apart in the future.
