An old man with a head of silver hair descended from the sky. He merely glanced at the tense crowd, then casually began chatting with Hu Chi Mei as if they were family.
"Little girl Chi Mei, is your father doing well? Has that fiery temper of his changed at all?" The Supreme Third Elder of the Fox Clan rubbed Hu Chi Mei's hair with great affection the moment he landed, clearly familiar with her beyond measure.
Hu Buding's face had already wrinkled up like a bitter gourd at the sight, though a closer look revealed lingering malice in his eyes.
"Grandpa Tu, my father is doing quite well. Thanks to your advice, he has reined in his temper somewhat over the years, though it still flares up explosively now and then," Hu Chi Mei replied with a smile.
"Flares up explosively now and then?" Tu Che raised his silver brows, then burst into hearty laughter. "Looks like the Crimson Tiger King has become more and more playful!"
After making that ambiguous remark, Tu Che asked again, "How has my grandson been performing lately? Has the Crimson Tiger King found him useful?"
"You mean Tu Youlun? That fellow is sly as a fox. He has become smoother and smoother at handling matters—I can barely stop myself from beating him up! My father, on the other hand, trusts him more and more," Hu Chi Mei said through gritted teeth at the mention of the Crimson Tiger King's current strategist, Tu Youlun.
Tu Che laughed heartily.
Because of their own weak combat strength, the Fox Clan had always been a vassal race within the Taimeng Demon Realm.
Yet they were not the sort whose entire race served under a single master. They had their own distinctive way of doing things.
The Fox