Once the great matter she had kept bottled up in her heart was settled, Hu Tutu felt utterly relaxed.
Having not returned to her true form for so long, Hu Tutu immediately turned into a little fox and romped freely around the courtyard.
Heeding Ouyang's warning, Hu Tutu obediently agreed to turn into a fox only within the courtyard from now on and keep her human form outside.
Being able to come to Little Mountain Peak was simply wonderful. Her senior brothers here were so nice, and they did not care that she belonged to the Demon Race. In fact, because she was a fox, Third Senior Brother had even sewn a little red fox head onto her dress again.
I, Tutu, love this place to death!
Curled up in Ouyang's arms, the little fox gazed at the moon in the sky and thought gleefully.
Ouyang, meanwhile, stared absently at the moon. Today, he had learned from Handsome Guy the Tibetan Fox about the Dragon-Phoenix Great Calamity of the Immemorial Era, which had preceded even the Elder Ancient Era.
Ouyang felt even more worried. In the Primordial World, great calamities came at intervals, and even Tongtian Jiaozhu, who had already become a sage, had been sealed away. One could well imagine how terrifying those calamities were.
Even though every one of these rebellious sons around him possessed extraordinary talent and a badass identity, Ouyang had no confidence that they could make it safely through a great calamity.
The cool breeze of early summer could not dispel the turmoil in his heart. Ouyang sat in the courtyard with the little fox in his arms, watching the moon. Chen Changsheng kept him company with a teacup in hand, while Leng Qingsong contemplated his Sword Dao on the rooftop.
Such a harmonious scene.