Long Chen and Yu Qingxuan were holding hands as they learned the dance that the Butterfly Spirit race was teaching them. They were following their rhythm, and Yu Qingxuan was starting to laugh like a little child.

Considering that she had no happy childhood, this was her first time feeling such a thing. It was relaxing and harmonious.

Most importantly, there were so many pure people around her. Every single one of their souls was like a white sheet of paper, so she could put down all her defenses and pretenses. That was an incredibly moving feeling.

However, this dream-like world was shattered by a single shout.

“Eunuch Wei!”

Yu Qingxuan quickly spotted the ashen Eunuch Wei glaring at her angrily.

As soon as the rhythm was broken, the singing and dancing Butterfly...