The large, fluorescent wings of the butterflies shimmered as they fluttered in the forest, causing the green lights to fluctuate up and down.
It was supposed to be a beautiful and romantic scene.
However, the human faces on the heads of the butterflies sent a chill right through the bones of the empress.
Ren Baqian also looked solemn.
There could be thousands or tens of thousands of butterflies in the forest.
This represented the lives of thousands or tens of thousands of people.
Several thousand or up to tens of thousands of lives had disappeared silently in the Sixty Thousand Mountains.
"Your Majesty, they don't just have human faces," Ren Baqian suddenly said as he looked at the swarm of butterflies. "In that direction, the heads of the butterflies display the faces of beasts such as saber-toothed tigers and apes."
This amount should be around one-third of the total.
