Early that morning, Li Chu was just preparing to go to the front courtyard and open the temple gate.
Yu Qi'an had also wandered along to the front hall. There were many Pilgrims now, and one person could hardly handle them all; every day, he had to take the field as well. When it came to dealing with people and social affairs, he was still far more practiced than his disciple.
No sooner had master and disciple entered the front hall than they saw a young girl already kneeling on the prayer mat inside the hall.
The young girl wore a white outfit of cloud gauze with bound sleeves. The clothes fit closely, perfectly setting off her waist, slim enough to grasp in one hand, and her exquisite, well-proportioned figure.
Her smooth, lustrous hair spilled loose over her shoulders. She had a delicate oval face, a high nose bridge, a pair of brows veiled like smoke, and eyes like Crescent Moons. Her eyes seemed to carry a bewitching mist of their own, making it impossible to see her pupils clearly. She seemed pure, yet there was an indescribable allure to her.
What was strange was that a large, fluffy white tail was sticking up behind her.
"A demon?" Li Chu's gaze sharpened.
"A fox girl?" Yu Qi'an's eyes lit up.
The fox girl's gaze turned toward them. Though she clearly said nothing at all, just that one fragile look made one's heart sway despite themselves.
She looked softly at Li Chu, her lips pursing slightly. Even her voice was gentle and soft, and the very first words she spoke were, "You have to take responsibility for me."
"Mm?" Li Chu was somewhat puzzled.
Yu Qi'an looked at the fox girl, then at his own disciple, and at once stroked his