Nan Li Huo thought of something and asked,
He described the appearance of the butterfly, and the widely knowledgeable Chief Supervisor was puzzled.
"This old man has never heard of this divine butterfly beast; I will have to return and consult the ancient texts for answers," he said.
After speaking, the Chief Supervisor picked up his erhu and small stool, took his leave, and departed.
Before leaving, the Chief Supervisor paused and glanced towards Nan Li Huo, who stood alone at the summit, with his clothes wildly fluttering in the mountain's draft.
"Southern Sect Master, regardless of your grievances with the Prefecture Master... now, with the Corpse God Cult's overwhelming approach, threat is imminent. It would be best for the many forces of Mansion City to unite," he said.
"Otherwise, the mountain of corpses and sea of blood that befell Jizhou... will be Golden Light Prefecture's fate next."
"Southern Sect Master, please consider the bigger picture," he said.
