Entering the Xuan Yin Division was impossible—he would never do it in this lifetime. But Lu Bei was very interested in Fox Two's Fox Spirit mother. Clenching his fist, he cleared his throat and asked, "Bro, our old mother is a Fox Spirit, right?"
"That's not wrong, but 'our old mother' is an awkward choice of words. What are you planning?" Fox Three sensed the scent of conspiracy and cautiously backed away two steps.
"Nothing special. I just think Hu Jiao is rather pitiful."
Lu Bei patted Hu Jiao's slender shoulder. "You don't know how pitiful she was when I found her. She was skin and bones, dragging one broken leg behind her, so hungry she couldn't even get a bite of cold food down."
Hu Jiao tilted her head. Before she could open her mouth to point out the error, Lu Bei pressed down on her head. She gave two little grunts and obediently quieted down.
"I finally managed to raise her to adulthood, only for her bloodline to be weak, making cultivation incredibly difficult. Who knows how many hardships she'll have to endure in the future?"
Lu Bei sighed, his words enough to bring tears to the listener's eyes. "It wouldn't be embarrassing if you laughed at me, but I'm truly afraid that one day I'll die first, leaving this little girl all alone—without cultivation, without support, reduced to making a living by selling smiles in the mortal world, then thrown out into the streets when she grows old, and starving to death beneath a withered tree."
"Master, you won't die. I won't allow it."
Hu Jiao immersed herself in the scene, her eyes brimming with tears. She threw herself into Lu Bei's arms, soaking his clothes at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Wait a moment.