"I trust you. This old woman trusts you. Thank you for your great kindness, Senior. I have no way to repay you. I can only hope to be your ox or horse in my next life, and repay your great kindness."
Hearing Bi Fan's words, the old fox's eyes—which had been dim and clouded with the aura of death—suddenly shone with dazzling light. After thanking him profusely, she suddenly closed her eyes with a smile.
Clearly, the light in her eyes had only been a final flicker before death. After Bi Fan had offered to take Little Fox to the Yao Race Holy Land along the way, she had no more worries in her heart, and naturally, she could not hold on any longer.
Seeing the old fox die, the little foxes cried even more sadly. They each stretched out their little paws to shake her, hoping she would wake up.
Bi Fan did not disturb them as they mourned.
Only after the sun had set and the sky had darkened, when the temperature in the desert plunged, did the little foxes—exhausted from crying—reluctantly dig a large pit there and bury the old fox. Then, one by one, they looked at Bi Fan anxiously.
"All right, you little ones. I know you're sad, but this is how the world of cultivators is. Put your grief aside and come eat something."
Seeing that the little ones were still overcome with grief and seemed unwilling to leave, Bi Fan had no choice but to remind them.
At his reminder, the largest of the little creatures snarled a few times at one of the others—he couldn't tell whether it was a younger brother or sister. Then all five little ones walked toward Bi Fan, looking back every few steps.
Although the desert had