Three hundred years ago, Yun Yi rescued a silver fox that was nearly frozen to death in the snowy mountains. He left behind some soy-braised duck, a tattered padded jacket, and a fire striker, then turned and walked away.
Three hundred years later, a rumor swept through the martial world: the silver fox had cultivated into an unparalleled beauty and wanted to repay him by giving herself to him!
Yun Yi: Finally, it’s happening!
But the stunning beauty who kicked the door open smashed the table with one palm. “I’m not a fox! I’m the soy-braised duck you abandoned in the snow!”
Right after her, an eight-foot-tall man burst through the door. “I’m the tattered padded jacket you left behind!”
A boy covered in burn scars spoke timidly. “I’m... the fire striker.”
Repay him by giving themselves to him? Not a chance.
They’d all come to collect their debts.
