The Great Wilderness lasted three thousand and six hundred years, autumn.
The maple leaves in Qingqiu Mountain were as red as if soaked in blood. In front of the altar of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan, twelve bronze lamps flickered on and off. The girl knelt on the white jade futon in the center, a little cinnabar on her forehead flickering and extinguishing with her breath, which was a sign of the awakening of the fox clan's bloodline.
