Noon.
The smoke above the Fox Mountain cafeteria has already dispersed.
In front of the cafeteria, dirty little bowls and spoons piled up in the basin like mountains, not yet washed.
After filling their bellies with lunch, the foxes gathered around small stone tables, eyes wide, listening to the master's lecture.
"...Our Fox Mountain Pill Industry has successfully started.
"Today's first lesson is about safe production!"
Bai Mo was sitting in the front of the cafeteria, holding tea, with a serious tone and expression.
"The four words of safe production have 'safe' placed before 'production'.
"What does this mean? Safety is the prerequisite for production!"
The foxes squinted and nodded each, deeply agreeing.
"Everyone remember, the most precious treasure in Fox Mountain is not the herb field, not the herbal soup, not the Immortal Artifact, these are worthless; the most precious is the foxes!
"So any production without safety is worthless!"
