This spring is growing colder, the ancient land of Green Hill is covered in thick winter snow. In the mountains and forests, thick-furred foxes occasionally slink by, creating a stark contrast with the gathering storm outside. It's as if they've arrived in the Peach Blossom Spring.
Su Qiuqiu supported Ye Sui's bloodied arm, struggling to help him walk into the Fox Clan.
Ye Sui glanced at the large gate in the distance and then at the small gate that only allowed one person to pass, and asked faintly, "Why aren't we going through the main gate?"
Su Qiuqiu hurriedly covered Ye Sui's mouth, nervously saying, "Don't start talking, it'll be bad if the clan elders find out later!"
Ye Sui raised an eyebrow as Su Qiuqiu helped him through the back entrance of the Fox Clan.
