I quickly rummaged through my sword bag for Black Medicine, gauze, suturing needles...
Years of dangerous experiences had made these things necessities for me.
At that moment, I tore open my master's clothes and prepared to disinfect and dress his wounds.
Then an aged sigh suddenly sounded behind us:
"Still, I was a step too late..."
At the sudden sound of that voice,
we all turned and looked in its direction.
There, not far away, we discovered that a fox had appeared at some point.
The fox stood atop the collapsed eaves and broken walls, looking around.
Its eyes gave off a faint ghostly glow, and a light demonic aura pervaded its body.
Yet its demonic aura was strange—it was not intimidating at all...
It was completely different from every demon we had encountered before.
Though it was faint, none of us dared relax in the slightest.
Any fox that could speak human words was definitely an old fox, an old demon...
At once, Mao Jing and Zhang Yuchen drew their longswords and guarded both sides.
I also stepped in front of my master, reaching for my sword with one hand.
But Pan Ling revealed a horrified expression at that moment.
"Don't, don't do anything rash. She, she's so, so strong. Her aura, her aura isn't any weaker than Martial Granduncle's..."
The moment we heard Pan Ling say that, all our faces changed drastically.
The martial granduncle she spoke of was Qingcheng Sect's oldest, highest-ranking, and strongest Taoist priest.
Taoist Hengyu had turned one hundred and six last year...
"About as strong as Martial Granduncle?"
Mao Jing asked with a tense expression.
"Th-then this old fox is, is way too powerful, isn't she? Could she, could she be with Fox Grudge?"
Zhang Yuchen spoke as well.
At that moment, we