Although Xiaolun hadn't fought enough, it didn't linger and quickly returned to Yang Ruxin's wrist, lifting its head and sticking its tongue out in provocation at the little white fox.
Yang Ruxin could only helplessly pat its head.
And the white fox, apparently not satisfied, wanted to chase after the retreating opponent, but the white-haired woman issued a stopping command: "Xiaozi."
The little fox could only whimper twice, then slipped into the courtyard.
"This indeed was where the master stayed before, but he only stayed for a few days, and now he's gone," Gu Qingheng hurriedly invited them into the courtyard.
"After Changyangzi left, we haven't had a chance to tidy up," Yang Ruxin added, but the woman in white had already vanished.
Yang Ruxin and Gu Qingheng could only hurriedly follow inside.
But upon entering the main hall, they were both startled, as the white-haired woman was clutching a piece of paper, her face streaming with tears.
