On the small hill, a dense group of foxes looked down towards the distant swamp riverbank.
Each one had a solemn expression, with eyes wide open.
Vaguely, one could see a few bronze houses over there, indeed emitting a faint black smoke.
"Ying ying ying."
"Ow ow ow."
"Ying ying ying."
Normally, they would have already run away in fear.
But at this moment, they were completely unafraid, even patting their full round bellies, licking cumin and sesame seeds off the corners of their mouths.
Because... Master has arrived.
...
Bai Mo walked alone towards the swamp riverbank.
On one hand, fearing that other disciples might make noise and scare that thing away.
On the other hand...
"Could this thing be the Immortal Artifact left by Marquis Qing Yue?
"If it needs capturing, might make noise, better not affect the disciples."
