The valley wasn't large, only about a hundred feet in diameter. In the corner, using rocks and foliage, a few huts had been haphazardly built. Some larger caves had also been destroyed, with piles of rubble everywhere. Amidst the rubble, there were a dozen or so fluffy little foxes, some already half-transformed into a human shape, others still just snowball-like creatures with round eyes staring directly at him.
"The bad guy is here..."
The dozen little foxes and Fang Xing stared blankly at each other. After a long pause, one of the little foxes, having turned into a human form, suddenly shouted. A group of little creatures seemed to wake up from a deep dream, and with a cry, they rushed to the depths of the valley. In the grass hut deep in the valley, an old woman, filthy and leaning on a cane, came out, with the little foxes hiding behind her.
