"Soon," Xu Zimo said, looking at the cloud-choked sky with a smile.
"Once you leave, won't there be no one left to play with me?" the little girl asked, her innocent eyes wide.
"There are so many people in the Chu Family. How could there be no one?" Xu Zimo replied.
"They don't dare play with me, and Father won't let anyone get close to me," the little girl said dejectedly.
"When did this illness of yours begin?" Xu Zimo asked, glancing at her.
"I've had it since I was little. But a few days ago, Father obtained some good medicine. After I drank it, I felt much better," the little girl replied.
Xu Zimo nodded and said nothing more.
Above them, the cries of the northern foxes grew ever shriller. Thousands upon thousands of foxes had clearly blanketed the sky.
"Let it descend into chaos. The more chaotic, the better," he murmured.
At the entrance to the Chu residence, Chu Feiyang composed himself and said with a light smile, "Ancestor Yunfei, I'm afraid you have misunderstood something. We are deeply grieved by the deaths of the two Northern Hill clansmen, but I truly did not do it."
"Whether it is a misunderstanding or not, summon your youngest daughter. We naturally have ways of finding out," Ji Yunfei said blandly.
"My daughter has been plagued by illness since childhood and cannot conveniently meet people. This is something everyone knows. Why must Ancestor Yunfei force the issue?" Chu Feiyang replied evenly, his smile fading.
"Is it inconvenient for her to meet people, or do you simply not dare?" Ji Yunfei snorted coldly.
"Words are useless. Northern Fox's death will not go unpunished."
With a single command from him, countless Northern Hill foxes pounced down from the void.
They encircled the