“Princess, you’ve been kneeling here for three hours. Let this old servant carry you back.” Beside her, the silver-haired fox elder Mo Yu gazed at Hu Li’er with concern, his cloudy eyes full of worry. Hu Li’er said nothing, only shook her head, her eyes still fixed on the ancient totem, as if she wanted to carve it into the depths of her soul. The totem seemed to awaken memories that had long lain dormant: scenes stained with blood and cries of heartrending grief surged into her mind like a tide.
“Princess, do you still remember the calamity from all those years ago?” Mo Yu’s voice was low and hoarse, heavy with sorrow. “The Immortal Clan joined forces with the other clans and slaughtered our entire fox clan, all on trumped-up charges. They said we colluded with the demons and plotted against them, but those were all lies! They only coveted our fox clan’s ancient treasure!”
Mo Yu’s words pierced Hu Li’er’s heart like a dagger. She bit down hard on her lip and let her tears fall in silence. She had been just a child back then. Mo Yu had risked his life to get her out, and that was how she survived. All these years, she had never stopped thinking about revenge and restoring the fox clan.
