The little fox was in human form and wearing a white silk dress. Her black locks floated behind her like the clouds, while her stunning face beamed radiantly at the new arrivals. As she stood here, it seemed like the very void shone with a special light because of her existence.

“You’ve come back too, milady!” Qing Han said merrily as she walked up to the little fox.

“Your… what?” The little fox blinked. Still caught up in the joy of seeing Lu Yun again, she was abruptly jarred out of her mood by a young girl using an unexpected honorific.

“Me?” the little fox didn’t understand.

Qing Han nodded.

“And whose lady am I? What makes you call me that?” she asked.

Qing Han looked back at...