“Wu wu~~~” 

Mo Xie jumped off of Chu Mu’s shoulder and then ran over to the group of small Demon Foxes to join in on the fun. 

Mo Xie had a silver-colored body and a faintly discernible angry purple-colored flame always lingered on her nine tails. She was comparatively stood out in this group of low species rank small Demon Foxes. 

After Mo Xie walked over, these small Demon Foxes all curiously and adorably stared at Mo Xie. They didn’t recognize Mo Xie, and didn’t know what kind of species Demon Fox she was. 

The Light King slowly opened its eyes and looked at Mo Xie who was staring back at it. Its apathetic eyes circulated with something. 

A moment later, it closed its eyes again and ignored Mo Xie’s intrusion. 

Mo Xie used the Demon Fox language to communicate with these small soul pets. The small Demon Foxes jabbered back, and didn’t stop letting out cries that made Mo Xie’s head spin. 

A while later, Mo Xie finally understood. She waved her claws at the small Demon Foxes and returned to Chu Mu’s shoulder. She then told Chu Mu about what she found out. 

“What did they say?”...