What a Disgrace

It was clear that the White Fox was in charge of everything here.

Lao Xu did not recognize him. He had never seen this fox on Thousand Dwelling Island, so he had clearly come later.

But Lao Xu recognized the little foxes beside him. Every one of them had come to offer incense to him, and their faces were all too familiar.

Yet when the little foxes heard Lao Xu cursing them, none argued back. They merely lowered their heads further, as though a matter of such importance to their clan had nothing to do with them.

That only made Lao Xu angrier. How had his descendants turned into this?

"Su Zixu, stop cursing. If we'd had a choice, who would have wanted to end up like this?"

The White Fox spoke, but the voice that came from him made Lao Xu freeze.

It was not one voice. It sounded like thousands of voices joined together—not one person speaking, but a great many at once.

And why did those voices sound so familiar?

"Stop trying to figure it out. It's us."

The White Fox stood, and only then did Lao Xu understand why he had begun to look familiar.

"You lot? You old fossils, what happened to you?"

Seeing Lin Jun's puzzled look, Lao Xu explained:

"They're from the Spirit Grounds. They used to be there with me."

Indeed, Lao Xu might not remember all the little foxes on Thousand Dwelling Island, but he knew these old foxes all too well.

They were the ones who had long since died in the Spirit Grounds.

Lao Xu had simply been coaxed away by Su Ming, while they had remained there.

At Lao Xu's explanation, the hundred foxes inside Lin Jun's jade tablet grew curious too.

"What happened? Heh. Su Que, why