Outside the grand hall of the dormitory, the wind howled wildly.
In the hall, you could even hear the whistling sound of the wind brushing against the walls, and the rustling of vine leaves on the roof.
In the darkness, Bai Mo's eyes reflected the light of the tablet.
He sat on the bed, covered with a quilt, still delving into herbal formulas.
A dozen or so fox apprentices crawled under the quilt.
Some rested their fluffy heads on the master's shoulder, their fox eyes gazing at the tablet together.
Some curled up next to the master, already holding their heads and sleeping.
Some snuggled at the master's feet, covering his feet with their big tails.
Foxes piled up at the edge of the bed, trying to be as close to the master as possible, huddling together, stacking on top of each other, whispering fox words to each other, or holding their heads to sleep soundly.
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