The small silver fox bowing before him resembled a snowball pressed flat against the ground.
“At first, I thought you might be a white weasel.”
“I am a red fox, Master.”
“Ah, now that I see, it is clear as day.”
She hadn’t even bowed when they first met, yet now that she knew he was a gumiho, she was throwing herself at his feet.
Such a sudden change in attitude.
Her behavior, so deeply rooted in the principles of power dynamics, was undeniably that of a fox.
“Even if I was once a Fox Patriarch, there’s no need to bow so deeply.”
“Pardon?!”
“That was long ago. These days, I’m merely a wanderer following the whims of the wind. Please, do rise.”
“I cannot possibly, master!”
The Fox Patriarch was a title granted only to those who reached enlightenment and became grand fox spirits.
The revelation of his grand identity sent a shiver through Sohwa’s trembling paws.
“How could a lowly creature like me dare to raise my head before such a wondrous figure like you?”
