On Green Cloud Peak
Xia Ji stroked the black fox.
The ruthless and demonic Black Fox King was extremely docile at this moment. It gently rubbed against the hand.
The rest of the vixens were dumbfounded.
Was this still Black Fox King?
Xia Ji lifted Black Fox King's chin with his finger and stared at the black fox.
After consuming his mental energy, the power of Maitreya's Zen Illumination had been activated silently.
Scenes appeared one after another.
He could vaguely see a beautiful figure holding an oil-paper umbrella in the forest in the spring rain. She walked to the scholar who was running in the rain and helped him block the rain. Then, the two of them walked together and talked and laughed.
