Fearful Hope

Three fluffy blue foxtails were excitedly swishing out from Masami's waist. 

Masami, who took immense gratification in seeing her Sect geniuses, so bewildered, took it a step further. She began to proactively swirl her three foxtails in front of her face, just to show off more.

"How you ask? Why….you three should simply know what this means, right?" 

Masami's voice was drenched in a heavy condescending tone as if she was explaining an elementary subject to a trio of fools.

Kasai, Cui, and Zhaun didn't even react to Masami's disdainful tone. They simply wanted to reject Masami's words, yet her foxtails were simply undeniable proof. 

And they, of course, know what this signifies.

Even though Kasai and Cui have four foxtails, they felt their inferiority towards Masami tremendously increased again. Zhaun felt his mind drowned in inferiority as he only had three foxtails.