My older sister and I are fox spirits who spent a thousand years cultivating until we could take human form. We heard that the spiritual energy of cultivators could nourish a fox’s body. My sister used a little trick to lure a passing cultivator in blue robes up Fox Mountain, leaving him completely besotted. I was the most famous good-for-nothing in our fox clan. After all those years, I could barely manage to take human form. Luckily, fortune was on my side. While I was out looking for food, I found an injured disciple of the Qingyun Sect and brought him home. Everyone says cultivators are the most heartless of all, but my sister and I still gave them everything we had. Three whole years passed, and we had little to show for it. Then one night, my sister finally couldn’t take it anymore. She took my hand and asked, “He won’t let me absorb even a bit of his spiritual energy. What about your guy? Want to trade?” I thought of the big block of ice at home, clenched my fist, and said, “If you’ll trade, so will I!” Later, I heard that the founder of the greatest sect in the world had gone mad in the sect every day because he couldn’t find a companion. The Sword Sect’s senior disciple was so obsessed that he covered his room with portraits of the same person.
