Old Master Han immediately threw away his pen in panic and went forward to hug the white fox. He asked anxiously, "What's wrong, darling? Where does it hurt?"
The white fox could communicate with him telepathically. This was not a dream. She was his lover and muse. She would tell him how to handle his business. He liked the white fox very much. He was waiting for the day she could be with him.
Seeing his beloved white fox in so much pain, Old Master Han's heart tightened.
Bai Ling cried out in pain. She was burned and frozen. It was as if a thousand-pound hammer was chiseling at her. It was so painful that she kept rolling around.
It was so strange that Bai Ling quickly reacted. She said pitifully to Old Master Han, "Master, it must be Madam. She invited an expert to perform a ritual. Master, save me. It hurts so much…"
Bai Ling cried until tears fell. Old Master Han's heart ached terribly. He carried the white fox and prepared to leave.
