"Princess, you have been kneeling here for three hours. Let me carry you back." Beside him, Mo Yu, an old man from the fox tribe with silver hair, looked at Hu Li'er distressedly, his cloudy eyes full of worry. Hu Li'er didn't speak, just shook her head, her eyes still staring at the ancient totem, as if she wanted to carve it into the depths of her soul. This totem seemed to awaken her sleeping memories. Those pictures stained red with blood, and those heart-wrenching cries, flooded into her heart like a tide.
"Princess, do you still remember the catastrophe?" Mo Yu's voice was low and hoarse, with deep sorrow. "The fairy clan united all the clans and massacred our fox clan on unfounded charges. They said that we colluded with the demon clan and that we had evil intentions, but these are all their lies! They just covet the ancient secret treasure of our fox clan!"
Mo Yu's words were like sharp knives, piercing Hu Li'er's heart. She bit her lip tightly and let the tears fall silently. She was just a child back then, and she escaped death only after Mo Yu desperately escorted her out. Over the years, she has been thinking about revenge and trying to revive the Fox Clan.
