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Though foxes were cunning, wounded foxes bore injuries, and bloodstains would be left behind. Whenever the foxes shook them off, they could quickly follow the bloodstains, find the direction in which they had fled, and catch up again.

"Young master, they fled that way!"

Cao Yiyan had also caught up with his men. Discovering that even the reinforcements he had summoned had failed to catch the three fleeing foxes, he felt somewhat displeased.

His gaze swept over the route they had taken in pursuit, and he spotted a tiny drop of fresh blood at the roots of some grass.

"Continue the hunt!" he ordered coldly.

The Daoists and soldiers, already holding a bellyful of pent-up frustration at failing to catch the foxes, immediately answered and raced after them.

Their speed increased considerably this time, and the Daoists were risking their lives. If they could not complete the mission this time and could not show the young master their abilities, then even if His Highness later won the realm and successfully restored the kingdom, they would have no way of returning to glory!

"Chitter, chitter!" Little White carried the arrow-struck Fox Mother on his back as he ran swiftly. Had he not eaten Golden Olives many times at Su Ziji's place, and suffered only light wounds himself, he would have run out of strength long ago.

But Big Fox was already beginning to falter. He had only started eating Golden Olives after going to find Little White, and had eaten them merely twice. In both frequency and quantity, he was far inferior to Little White. Though he looked larger than Little White, he was only a few years older; in terms of talent, he was actually a little worse.

When he realized that he had begun to hold them back, and