Dusk had just fallen.
In the Fox Mountain dining hall, each small stone table was filled with various dishes.
"Ying ying ying! Ao ao ao ao..."
Quanquan Hu raised a small wine glass, proudly boasting with his fat face upturned, flaunting their cunning and wit when opening treasure vaults!
The foxes nearby, whether eating fried onion rings or licking the creamy mushroom sauce from their lips, all looked on in admiration.
In the corner of the dining hall, Bai Mo guarded a table full of food, eating while holding a Bronze Plate, reading the documents recorded on it.
This particular one was the handwriting of Marquis Qing Yue.
[...I wield the Celestial Law, battling for millennia, raising the battle with battles, cultivating the Great Immortal Technique Qinghua Rain...]
[...Slayed countless Fallen Immortals, seized the cultivation insights from Fallen Immortals...]
