The spider decided to follow its own inner instincts. It looked at the soul butterfly in front of it and shook its head, "I'm not interested, you guys go ahead."
Having said that, it was ready to turn around and leave.
But as it turned its head, the path from which it had come was now blocked by a fire phoenix, and not even it knew when it had appeared.
This fire phoenix was somewhat strange; the flames burning on its body weren't ordinary flames.
Rather, they were an eerie green fire. Although its body didn't make contact with them, the sight still filled it with unease.
"You've heard such a secretive message, and you think you can just leave? If you leak the message to Xia Country, the price we [have to] pay will be far from small."
"I won't tell them," an ominous premonition rose in the spider's heart.
The sensation of danger grew ever closer.
Wasn't it right?
It was its own refusal that had invited this deadly disaster upon itself.