With a month to go before the exam, Shen Jia studied late into the night, determined to land the job.
Then everything went black, and she turned into a white fox.
Other people transmigrate into palace intrigue, household battles, or transmigrate into a book. At the very least, they get a golden finger, start farming, and enjoy a comfortable life.
Why, why did transmigrating mean she had to live through a wild fox's hunting diary?
Could cultivating to immortality and ascending to heaven help her find a way home?
Shen Jia silently wailed inside: Let me go back! I have an exam to take!
