Seeing the Three-tailed Demonic Fox, I Really Want to

Hao Shuai was so sure because he knew that the Six-tailed Demon Fox had been gravely wounded by the Nine Cold Condensing Ice Thorn. It could no longer suppress its injuries with its own cultivation and needed to be somewhere extremely hot and full of yang energy just to keep the cold in check.

And the hottest, most yang place in the world was none other than underground magma.

But most volcanoes with underground magma were in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains in the south, which was Fanxiang Valley's territory. The Six-tailed Demon Fox and the Three-tailed Demonic Fox would go to great lengths to avoid the place. How could they possibly dare to go there?

After thinking it over, Little Pine Ridge was the only place they could stay: secluded, and suitable for the Six-tailed Demon Fox to recover.

Hao Shuai walked into the woods. Towering trees loomed overhead, and an oppressive chill hung in the air.

As he reached the depths of the woods, he suddenly heard a gentle, sorrowful woman's voice drifting through the mist ahead:

"Little Pine Ridge, moonlight like frost,

People like willow fluff, flowers so easily hurt.

A dozen years, three thousand years,

May we part, yet never forget."

The woman's voice was lilting, her words murmured softly. Though she remained unseen, a faint air of sorrow drifted over.

In that moment, Hao Shuai couldn't help thinking of the tales in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, where scholars met female demons.

"Alas..."

A soft sigh drifted over from ahead.

A shaft of moonlight shone like a bright lamp in the darkness, its silvery glow gently illuminating the mist as it swirled. From the depths of the woods, a woman in white slowly emerged and stepped into the light. She gazed at Hao Shuai