A cloud of red smoke?
What could that be?
New medicinal material?
Bai Mo sat on a sedan chair, carried by four fox disciples, as he braved the cold mountain wind, rushing towards the ruins.
Quanquan Hu led the way, quite excited and a little eager!
Upon arrival, Quanquan Hu guided the master into a dirt pit, pointing at the cluster of red smoke in the soil.
Bai Mo peered closely.
"Oh, it's quite creepy."
A large cluster of congealed red smoke, forming struggling human hands reaching out from the smoke. Faces of agony and twisted expressions emerged from it, dispersing into smoke then re-condensing.
Quanquan Hu stood beside his master, his fox eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Outside the pit, over a dozen fox heads peered in, their eyes also sparkling with expectancy.
Bai Mo spread out his divine sense, cautiously observing. After a long while, he finally confirmed.
"This... is a piece of clothing!
"It's a robe!"
