In the end, Scorpio gritted his teeth and took out a butterfly with wings as dark as ink adorned with odd purple patterns.
The butterfly kept flapping its wings after being released by the Scorpio.
Its wings held a purple glow like ten thousand morning glows, shimmering translucent hues amidst the stars.
The bright starlight did not overshadow its colors.
At this point, Scorpio felt rather distressed.
If it weren't for the fear of a bad influence, and Fang Mu returning a life elixir with a purity of ninety-two percent as a gift, Scorpio would, in no way, consider surrendering the beast he plans to contract.
Alchemy potions produced by a Grandmaster Creator, rare though they are, are still a human creation.
Still, some Guardian Beasts have an intrinsic elegance, one that the world may never see a second time.
Scorpio, his voice dry and hoarse, started to introduce the creature.
