Rustle!
A silk scroll unfurled in Hong Yuan's palm. He looked in a certain direction, an amused expression on his face.
"Young master, what is that?"
Seeing him suddenly stop, Xin Shiniang was a little surprised and hurried over.
"Oh? Is this a marriage contract?"
Xin Shiniang swept her gaze over the silk scroll, a smile curling her lips. "Ha! So you already have someone you've pledged your heart to. But the man named here is 'Zheng Heng.' Could you have given me a false name?"
"You're only the little fox I took in. How can you pry into your master's affairs so casually?"
Hong Yuan pinched her cheek, letting go when she glared at him, then casually tossed her the silk scroll.
Xin Shiniang caught it and snorted softly. "Is it really all right to leave something this important in a fox's keeping? What if I accidentally damage it or lose it?"
"That's fine. Whether you damage it or lose it, you can offer yourself as compensation."
"You seem to have forgotten, young master. I'm already your pet fox. What could I possibly offer?"
"Don't you still have thirteen older sisters and four younger sisters?"
At this, claws sprang from Xin Shiniang's pale, delicate hands, flashing coldly like keen blades. She brandished them viciously at Hong Yuan's retreating back, as though she meant to slash a dozen wounds into him.
Hong Yuan ignored her. He sank his consciousness into his Dao Seed, observing the suppressed Calamity Form, the Dao Thief, while striding toward the Divine Ability Practitioner's Cave Abode indicated by the Hide Paper.
His broad sleeves fluttered as he walked unhurriedly through the wilderness, his steps composed.
His strides seemed no longer than an ordinary man's, yet each step carried him a hundred zhang. Streams, peaks, and ancient