The one he tossed her to was none other than the Demon Foxes' clan chief. How could the black-furred man refuse? He hurriedly caught the silver fox in both arms.
Niu Youdao watched the silver fox's reaction closely. Seeing that she still had not awakened, he secretly sighed in relief, yet found it all the stranger. What was wrong with this silver fox? With strength like hers, she shouldn't have fallen ill. He had examined her already—she was not injured either.
The people surrounding him were somewhat surprised. They had not expected Niu Youdao to give up holding the old clan chief hostage.
The black-furred man holding the silver fox felt the same. He looked around at the others' reactions, then handed the silver fox to an Elder beside him and told him to take her away and settle her properly.
The latter accepted the order and swiftly departed.
With the immediate worry gone, the black-furred man finally asked, "Who exactly are you?"
Niu Youdao pointed at the old man with the ghost-head saber. "He could identify it as the Qiankun Palm, and your old clan chief even named it. Haven't you already guessed?"
The black-furred man's expression shifted uncertainly. "What is your relationship with Shang Song?"
Niu Youdao answered without missing a beat, "He was my master."
In any case, he had quite a few masters, and every one of them was a bargain-bin master.
Dongguo Haoran, who had died after meeting him only once, had taught him nothing, yet became his master.
Then there was the one hiding in Turtle-Sleep Pavilion, who likewise had taught him nothing because of sect interests, yet had become his master.
Now another Shang Song had appeared. He had never even met the man, yet he had proactively acknowledged him as his master.