So, being able to converse with Jiang Qiu every day now was a joyous, almost extravagant, pleasure. She was gaining more than just an understanding of the Path of Cultivation; she was also sensing the underlying care in his words.
A sense of dependence was slowly born from this. Before she knew it, her mind had become submerged, like a block of solid ice soaking in warm water, slowly, slowly melting away.
'It's just that, sometimes, these conversations make my heart race and my blood boil. It seems I'm gradually developing some strange feelings about this primitive state of cultivating in human form.'
'Yes, in the past, I never thought there was anything wrong with not wearing so-called clothes woven from vines. I'm a fox, after all. My fluffy white fur can cover plenty. Even after transforming into a human, it was just a body without the obvious white fur. What was the big deal?'
