Many years later, the little fox became an old fox and took a nap at her feet. Xiao Yan was released by the new emperor and found a quiet place with mountains and rivers to die alone. Occasionally he met an old woman carrying a wine flask, sitting by the stream in front of his door in a daze. She would break up the peach blossom cakes and throw them into the water, watching the fish fight for food. He asked her: "Who are you paying homage to?" She smiled, her white hair swaying in the wind: "To pay homage to a spring that everyone has forgotten."
