The sky was overcast, and the wind howled.
Early in the morning, the Fox Mountain warehouse was bustling.
At the entrance of the warehouse, fiery red foxes carried huge parcels and bundles of various herbs out. They were incredibly strong, able to carry herbs weighing dozens of times their own weight.
Today was the second day of herb preprocessing, where certain herbs that needed cutting, slicing, or dicing were to be dealt with.
Inside the warehouse, in the equipment storage corner. A group of apprentice foxes was searching for handy tools.
"Ying ying ying."
Quanquan Hu needed to chop "Waxwood Tree Root," so he chose a Bronze Axe.
"Ying ying ying."
Big Head needed to chop "Green Grass with Belt Fish," so he chose a Cleaver.
"Ying ying ying."
Black Star needed to slice "Round Tube Softwood," so he chose a Bronze Sword.
"Ow?"
