Han Li stood in the middle of a clearing, hidden, his face filled with complex emotions, which he quickly cleared away.
Before him, settled inside a small cradle, was a baby; he was crying out loud while all around the baby boy, were foxes. White foxes and all of them seemed to shine in the twilight like the lustrous moon. They appeared strangely ethereal.
None of these foxes were Beasts. They were normal animals. But around the cradle of leaves where laid the baby, they walked around, as if they were protecting the baby. As if they were sentient beings filled with pity at the small lifeform.
Han Li looked at them as the foxes snorted and walked around; everything felt calm; there was no reason for him to waste any time here—only if there was not a Life Type Magical Resource in the baby's hand. Yes, there was a tangerine-like fruit tied to the baby's hand, and with one glance, he knew what it was.