The ancient castle occupied a vast area, and within its towering, grand architecture was a beautiful garden.
Leaves fluttered with the mountain winds, drifting into the garden; the moment they touched the ground, they transformed into foxes, sneaking into the ancient castle.
"Master, I've found Jing Yao."
Little Kingfisher's excited tiny voice followed: "She's in the easternmost room on the third floor of the ancient castle."
"Good."
With perked ears, the Little White Fox followed the sound of the girl's laughter and ran along the corridor.
The girls arrived at a spiral staircase, cheerfully running up the steps.
The Little White Fox winged its eyes and followed them up.
"Greetings to the Fox King."
An extravagantly dressed and extremely handsome young man appeared at the corner of the staircase.
The girls' laughter ceased abruptly, and under the guidance of a girl in purple, they bowed respectfully.
