I, Zhuohua, am a fox spirit who has cultivated for a thousand years. I was destined to bring ruin to a country, but I was utterly doomed after mistakenly consuming a drop of Tang Sanzang's blood. For centuries, I lived a life of abstinence, viewing men as if they were wooden blocks. Until I heard—Tang Sanzang himself had returned to secular life! Living happily ever after with the Queen of the Women's Kingdom? What about all the suffering I've endured these past centuries? This happened many, many years ago. The mountain was called Wild Fox Ridge. The name was rather eerie, but it was actually just a desolate hill where even rabbits rarely pooped. Back then, it didn't have a name. Zhuohua was just a later name; I was a little-known fox spirit in the mountain.