The Butterfly Dance's Failsafe

Bullsh*t!

The other party was fuming.

"A Jiao claiming that it is bad with water... if your ancestors heard this, would they not slap you to death?"

Tears of joy welled up in the White Prince’s eyes, "Fellow cultivator, you know me?"

"No." The reply was crisp.

The White Prince was disappointed.

"But, I can get you out of here." The other party replied.

"Really?" The White Prince’s hope was rekindled. He was generally quite slow in reacting, but his voice sped up considerably.

"Of course, but, you must promise me one thing." The figure said.

"What is it?" The White Prince asked hopefully.

"I have a bow, but it’s missing a bowstring..."

Just as the figure spoke, it exploded into a movement!

It attacked the White Prince!

"Sh*t!"

The White Prince was startled and fuming.

It had not expected the other figure to change attitude so quickly and it slithered into the depths of the ocean!

As a Jiao, he had an advantage in this place.

The water was his home ground!