The black fox yowled under the pressure of Wang Xuan's foot, indignantly protesting, "What's the meaning of this? Both of you are squeezing together, squashing poor little Celestial Fox. Lift your foot already, you're killing me!" 2

Wang Xuan glanced down; indeed, he was stepping not just on one of the fox's legs but also on its tail. "Is it necessary to make such a fuss?" he thought. Yet, he made no move to shift his weight off the fox.0

"Help, Wu Yin! Get your smelly man to lift his foot. Continue whatever you are doing later!" the black fox cried out.0

Wu Yin's face flushed with embarrassment at the fox's choice of words. Just moments ago, she had stumbled into Wang Xuan, leaning against him in an unstable posture. The black fox's loud remarks only added to her discomfort. She quickly pushed herself away from Wang Xuan, standing upright and releasing his hand from her bite.0

"You should… maybe lift your foot," she suggested softly.0

Despite the fox's actions in the canyon, it had saved her life and protected her from many threats in the treacherous Hidden Land. Without its intervention, she doubted she would have survived. Wang Xuan lifted his foot and examined the black fox. It was a Transcendent spiritual beast, yet here it was, acting pitiful. He picked up the fox, securely bound with the resilient fishing line, and scrutinized it with a stern look, contemplating roasting it for a meal.0

"How does fox meat taste?"...0