Time was creeping up on the crafty Celestial Fox God. The moon had already died, and the glorious sun was rising high towards the heavens. A flock of seagulls were visible overhead as they departed the island to catch fish from the deep blue ocean. The lush orchard's sweet fruit and pollen attracted the attention of smaller critters.
The only noises in the tranquil garden were the chirping of birds, the buzzing of bees, and the fluttering of butterfly wings. In normal circumstances, this would be a paradise of peace and reflection, though right now that didn't seem to be the case.
Impatient, Bai Qingyue gave his subordinate a pointed look, urging him to hurry.
For Bai Yu, it was an uncomplicated matter to meet his lord's demands, or so he thought.
Fox Spirits, including Celestial Foxes, were masters of disguise. Glamour and illusions were, in fact, their areas of expertise.
Shapeshifting into a fox cub? Simple!
Poof.
