Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a fox cave on the mountain. In the fox cave lived a fox that had been refined into a spirit. It was still a fox with few muscles in the eyes of the mountain spirits. It lived with herbs all day long. Even though it had been nine-tailed for nearly a thousand years, there was still no sign of becoming an immortal through cultivation.
On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, when this fox, who was born with no roots and tendons, was collecting medicines in the mountains and fields as usual, he accidentally picked up a sleeping fox cub. The peaceful life... Was still peaceful, but... It had a lot of new fun.