Yangli

In winter, a few plum blossoms suddenly appeared on the snowy earth, draped in silver. At a glance, a white fox frolicked playfully in the snow. He looked out and immediately sensed that it was no ordinary creature: a little white fox that had cultivated for five hundred years. In Yu Ling’s eyes, affection for the spirit fox appeared. At times it was a fox; at others, it transformed into a fairy maiden dancing gracefully, set against the boundless landscape. Then he suddenly remembered his mission in the mortal realm. With a regretful sigh, he took one last fleeting glance before vanishing without a trace.