"A Foundation Establishment Mid-term cultivator who's only taking charge of the Ten Thousand Beast Cave. So what if he has the Beast Owning Order?"
A thin figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
Upon closer inspection, Lu Xuan noticed that the figure was a grayish-black fox.
The fox seemed on the verge of death, with sluggish movements and cloudy eyes. Its matted, sparse gray-black fur danced wildly like a living entity.
On its back were several prominent gray-black tumours, which pulsated with the fox's movement, seeming to incubate something within.
There was none of the dignity befitting a Five-grade Spirit Beast.
"Having the Beast Owning Order, you can naturally move freely in the restricted areas. Well, does this old fox, which has seldom seen sunlight, have any objections?"
The Old Dragon Turtle, superior in both age and strength to the fox, asked indifferently.
"Whether they live or die has nothing to do with me."
