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The night has descended upon Fox Mountain.
Fierce winds swept through the mountain mist, their wailing sound entering the grand dormitory hall.
Bai Mo sat on the bed, surrounded by a pile of young fox disciples forming a fluffy small mountain, all gazing at a large cluster of white mist floating mid-air!
This mist, which blurs the line between reality and dream, now allowed the current world to be seen through it—showing the perspective of Black Ears.
Each fox cradled a cup of ice grape tea, sipping while intently watching the scene in mid-air. It was as if they were watching a movie.
Although the scene was dull, only showing a few laborers digging in a dark cave, they still watched with great interest.
Bai Mo glanced at the disciples beside him, frowning, considering whether it was time to buy a projector for Fox Mountain to enrich their leisure life.
Suddenly, someone in the scene spoke.
