This was the goal Qin An set for himself.
Yang Quanfeng merely mentioned it to Qin An beforehand, explained things clearly, and did not linger with Qin An.
Only after Qin An left did Yang Quanfeng continue to wipe the iron hammer while sipping his drink.
...
Hidden Mountain.
The flowers and plants were lush, the birds sang amidst the fragrant air.
The fox mother, draped in silk, hunched over, sat by the round table.
The round table was not large, but it was laden with various bloody foods, indistinguishable from human form if examined closely.
A fox girl, clad in gauze, glanced at the bloody feast on the table from time to time, unable to resist swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
Opposite the round table, a white-haired old monkey sat like a human, holding a folding fan.
Landscape paintings adorned the fan, yet no matter how exquisite they were, they couldn't overshadow the ferocity of the white-haired old monkey in comparison to the bloody feast on the table.
