I have never dared to forget Youyou's words, even after he had died.
My body now contains Youyou's Soul Pill, he transferred all his Vital Essence Spirit to me, so I can indulge in all sorts of wild thoughts without fearing the depletion of my Vital Essence Spirit or not being able to hold on until my master arrives.
In the entire Cursed Land, only seven magical beasts remained, and after Azi sent her newly born son away, there were only six. Once Agul left and never returned, only five remained.
Among the five magical beasts, my Vital Essence Spirit was the most vigorous, they may die, but I might not necessarily succumb as easily.
What would be the point of living if they were all dead?
I spent my days in a whirl of chaotic thoughts, reminiscing about the feeling of Youyou's final touch upon my lips, his hands so white, soft, giving me the last bit of their warmth. He asked me to one day give birth to a fox that looked like him and to name that Little Fox after him.