The sound of slaughter became a melody of massacre, instantly wiping out the enchanting allure of those Mist Foxes and Seductive Foxes. Each fox seemed to have aged decades, their elderly demeanor clearly discernible.
"Lord Qin, they are all my women, these old foxes. Since birth, they've been serving me in this cave and haven't seen much of the world. They're not familiar with manners, so if they've offended you two, please don't take it to heart."
An ancient, lazy voice sounded again,
This cave could be called a dojo, its vastness being the most apparent feature.
A hundred meters away, near a dim fire, a curled-up old man was warming himself. His head hung low as he leaned closer to the fire, looking even more lifeless.
The Music Master no longer used musical notes to tremble those fox maidens but walked toward the old man.
"King Xishan, it's been many years. You still look the same."
