The old fox wore a grand mantle of white and red, he stood amid other foxes from his family and was also staring at Leon. He had seen Leon's cat form before so he recognized him immediately.
The old fox wasn't the only one who was looking at them, everyone else inside the hall was also staring at them; they were wondering about the origin of the white cat that their Lady was holding.
Leon also spotted the arrogant young fox who was to be his opponent. As usual, he wore fine garments with golden patterns and was glaring at Leon.
Leon ignored him and searched the hall with his eyes, he was looking for a figure.
Even after scanning for several seconds, he was unable to find Fengxue.
'Did they lock her up? That shouldn't be,' Leon silently thought to himself.
"Who is this cat?"
