It was a pure-white little fox, about the size of a puppy, with six fluffy tails bunched up behind it.
It lay quietly on the bedding. Though it was adorable and tiny, it had an air of elegance.
The moment Fang Cheng saw the little fox, he felt an overwhelming urge to rush over and give it a good petting.
Hearing the noise, the little fox slowly raised its head and opened its dark eyes. Fang Cheng's face was reflected in them.
Fox Art: Charm.
An invisible wave spread out from the little fox. Any living creature that saw it would be deeply captivated and obey its commands.
Fang Cheng slowly walked to the bed and reached out toward the little fox.
It opened its mouth to speak, but he grabbed it by the scruff and lifted it up.
Little Fox: ...
Fang Cheng carried it to the front courtyard and hurled it at the wall.
Whoosh!
The little fox instantly turned into a blurry shadow, shot over the wall, and disappeared.
Fang Cheng dusted off his hands and turned back, closing the door behind him.
The fox was cute, but it was trouble incarnate. If anyone found out an assassin was hiding in his house, he'd be in deep trouble.
Smack!
The little fox hit the ground and sprawled like a meat patty.
It got to its feet and shook its head, anger showing in its eyes.
It was also confused. Why had its Charm failed? Could it be because it was injured?
The little fox got up and disappeared into the night.
Throughout the Inner City, countless Ghost Clan soldiers and Ghost Samurai continued searching for the assassins in hiding, as if they intended to dig up every inch of the ground.
The little fox dodged the soldiers'