The next moment, a fluffy Little White Fox emerged from the burrow.
With its head held high, the Little White Fox looked at Yu Ziqing with a humanoid shock in its eyes, staring blankly.
Yu Ziqing was somewhat surprised, glancing at the page where the light flickered frequently, then back at the Little White Fox.
The Little White Fox swiftly crawled out of the hole and fixed its gaze on Yu Ziqing, its eyes filled with excitement.
It called out plaintively, and when Yu Ziqing tentatively reached out to touch its head, the Little White Fox calmed down and squinted its eyes.
That unforgettable person, the unforgettable feeling, had finally reappeared.
It was definitely him, absolutely him.
As Yu Ziqing touched the Little White Fox's head, he sensed it carefully. It had undergone Demon Transformation, but its Cultivation was not of demon qi, but of a light, pure power.
Yu Ziqing looked around, this place was certainly where Dingmao City once stood.
