Huff...
The fierce wind blew, cutting against the high Bronze Altar with its sharp edges.
At the foot of the altar, the fox disciples were dressed in robes and crowns made of grass leaves, looking up, their furry faces gradually showing signs of tension.
"Ying?"
"Oh?"
They suddenly saw the engraved runes and pictures on the altar smoking with white mist!
This mist rose gracefully, gathering at the highest point of the altar, obscuring the figure of their master and his voice reciting knowledge.
"Ying ying ying?"
The White Necklace tilted its head, its eyes wet with tears, suddenly feeling afraid.
It was about to raise a paw to wipe away its tears so the other senior brothers wouldn't notice... but glanced over to find it wasn't the only one crying.
At the foot of this altar, each senior brother had a face full of panic, all wiping their eyes.
"Ying ying ying, oh oh oh oh!"
"Oh oh oh!"
"Ying ying oh oh!"
Foxes are very crafty; they know what to do next!
