The night sky of West State City is not as deep as Fox Mountain but is a bright sapphire blue.
The night breeze carries the joyous chatter of people finally getting off work after a long day, the sweet aroma of beer, and the smoky fragrance of barbecue grilling.
The roadside open-air grilled gluten stand is busier than ever.
"Ten skewers of gluten, five skewers of tofu skin, fifteen yuan."
"Hey handsome, here's your beer."
...
Next to the small shop, Quanquan Hu, Black Ears, and White Ears, the three foxes, hide inside an invisibility cloak, poking their heads out, eyes fixed on the grill where skewers of sauce-covered gluten are roasting.
In unison, the three foxes gulped down their saliva.
Black Ears and White Ears looked full of suspicion.
They had Quanquan Hu lead them to the location of the Alchemy Furnace, but Quanquan Hu brought them to a gluten stand!
They suspected that Quanquan Hu followed the scent here. Just they had no evidence.
