Within a space of utter, pure white, everything in sight was white, without the slightest trace of any other color.
It was like the Pure White Space Dongxu Zi had conjured, but compared with how he could summon and dismiss his at will, this place felt distinctly rigid.
Here, there was no telling sky from earth, or even up from down, left from right.
There was only utter, pure white.
There was no sound, no other color. The emptiness made the heart tremble, as though even sound could wither away.
Suddenly, a speck of fiery red appeared in the white space.
That flickering fiery red danced like a tiny flame within this Pure White Space, or, more aptly, like a sprite, bringing a hint of life to the place.
Accompanying it came the shrill, peculiar sound of a suona.
The shrill suona sounded as though it were sending someone off, like a wail, yet also like a desperate roar, as though playing at someone's funeral.
Yet listening closely, the tune was extraordinarily cheerful. Perhaps it was the performer's skill, or perhaps the choice of instrument, that made this originally cheerful melody sound so soul-seizing!
That flickering flame drew closer from afar. It was none other than Little Fox, Hu Tutu, who had been absent for so long!
"Toot, toot, toot..." Little Fox Hu Tutu held up the suona, blowing into it as she walked.
Clutching the suona tightly in both paws, she puffed out her cheeks and blew with all her might.
She walked and played, sometimes even swaying her rather pudgy little belly rhythmically with the notes.
Hu Tutu was not at all worried about where she was. Though she did not know why, this place felt especially familiar to her.
Ever since her mother had brought her here,