"Yip yip!" One fox called out twice, pointing ahead with its paw as if speaking to the figure within the mist.
Another fox refused to be outdone, yipping as well and pointing out the direction.
Zhou Yao stood atop the Giant Eagle, looking down at everything below, the corner of her mouth twitching.
Especially when the figure patted the head of one of the standing foxes with indulgent affection, the impression of a master and his beloved pet became even stronger.
"It's him," a voice said in Zhou Yao's mind.
"Yes, it's him," another voice said after a moment of silence.
They—or rather, she—had already guessed who the newcomer was the moment they saw that obscured figure in the mist.
Even without revealing his true face, feelings could not deceive. Nor could the two foxes that followed him like a shadow.
Or perhaps this newly minted Prince Dai had never intended to deceive anyone who could see through the mist. His target was Zhou Xuan.
The two foxes bore the aura of Green Hill. The Big Fox was the demon that had once been discovered entering the city; sure enough, it had been hiding at Prince Dai's side. Prince Dai truly was unfathomable.
To say he was close to the Demon Race, she had never seen this Prince Dai associate with any monsters other than foxes. To say he was not close to them, she refused to believe Prince Dai could not tell that these two foxes were no ordinary foxes, but fox demons.
Zhou Yao's limpid eyes watched below without blinking. By then, led by the two foxes, the figure wrapped in mist had seemingly strolled through a leisurely courtyard, yet in truth moved with astonishing speed until he reached the temple.
With a single step, this man's killing