Chapter 1180
- Ye Yuan entered a shabby thatched house. Mournful weeping sounds came from inside.
- “Make way, quickly make way! That little fox hasn’t died yet. What are each one of you wailing like it’s a funeral for?” Ye Yuan raised a hue upon entering the house.
- Ye Yuan parted the crowd and saw a snow-white little fox lying on the bed. It was just that the fox’s fur was stained with a fair bit of blackish-red colors. Clearly, it suffered very heavy injuries.