A colorful butterfly fluttered over, hovered four or five hundred meters away, and looked at the Snow Velvet Spider King.
"Snow Velvet Tycoon?"
"Snow Velvet Spider King."
"Weren't you spying on me?"
"I was. But it wasn't spying—just watching the battle and caught a glimpse of you by accident. The Flame Spider Kingdom doesn't take part in the war, but that doesn't mean we ignore it. Many old spider kings in Shanglu are waiting for me to go back and report on the battle."
"New ability? Ultra-long-range visual reconnaissance?"
"You are..."
"Poinciana. Jacaranda. It's an honor, Snow Velvet Tycoon."
"Snow Velvet Spider King!"
The Snow Velvet Spider King corrected sternly, clearly annoyed at being called the tycoon by another insect—far too vulgar, a desecration of its sacred character and lofty ideals.
"Snow Velvet...Spider King..."
