The vast landscape of Dongzhou spread out before Xuan Jian, and his thoughts meandered through the intricate web of secrets, misconceptions, and the unknown future. He couldn't help but feel a mild headache creeping up as he contemplated the mysterious nature of his two lovers and the mysteries of this world.
It was a large continent and a big world, but ultimately it was small, like a fleck of dust in the wind when taking the whole picture into account.
The confusion between white and silver foxes within Dongzhou had persisted for generations, and Xuan Jian understood why. After all, the exiled immortal beast with fox blood had claimed to hail from the silver fox lineage, spreading the delusion. It was a misunderstanding deeply rooted in the minds of the population of Dongzhou, and it would take more than mere words to correct it.
