A misty light of Dao shone brightly.
The painting hanging on the wall changed its content.
The white fox disappeared, replaced by a lean man.
Dressed in official attire, he had a scholarly and refined appearance.
He was the Magistrate of Qingxian City, newly appointed to the area.
On his first night in the residence, while reading by lamplight, an injured white fox knocked on his window.
Feeling compassion, the man saved it.
Alone in Qingxian City without relatives or friends, he adopted the little fox as a companion.
By day, he worked and adjudicated cases; by night, the little fox accompanied him in his reading.
The new Magistrate knew a little about everything but wasn't particularly proficient in anything.
He could write, but his calligraphy was barely passable.
He could also paint, but his skill in the art was only at a beginner's level.
The white fox was spiritual, not a mere beast.
