Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 11

The little fox lay in Yan Zhao's arms, its tail gently brushing her arm as if to offer comfort.

Yan Zhao lifted it up, burying her face in its furry neck and taking a deep breath.

The fox wasn't used to such affectionate behavior. It turned its head away, leaned back, and tried to push Yan Zhao's shoulders with its small paws, attempting to resist.

But the more it resisted, the more determined Yan Zhao became, giving it a couple of quick kisses on its forehead.

The little fox: "......"

It struggled out of Yan Zhao's embrace and grabbed the edge of her clothing with its mouth, tugging insistently toward the camp's exit, making its intentions clear.

Just a few steps ahead was the hole they had used to enter the camp.

Even though Yan Zhao was an adult, climbing trees would be too noisy, and squeezing through the hole was quicker.

The little fox reluctantly crawled through the hole again. This time, it didn't let Yan Zhao carry it but instead ran ahead to lead the way, ensuring Yan Zhao wouldn't step on any traps and be captured again.

They avoided the night watchmen and navigated through the winding paths with great effort. Finally, they reached the small path leading down the mountain.

But before the fox could relax, its fur bristled, blocking Yan Zhao from moving forward.

Yan Zhao saw the person blocking their way not far off and had to stop.

The figure stood in the night breeze, their hair swaying with the wind, holding a bow in their hand.

The little fox assumed a defensive posture. Yan Zhao bent down and picked it up.

She looked around and saw that there was only one person.

Although there was only one person, their precise grasp of her movements indicated that her escape had been anticipated.

The unlocked door and unexpectedly lax guard—all the clues connected.

Even the route of her escape seemed to be part of this person's plan.

Yan Zhao tucked the little fox into her clothing and took out the bone knife she carried with her.

From this person, she felt a pressure she hadn't encountered before in the sect.

Even people like Luo Qi and Lin Chao, no matter how much they disliked her, wouldn't have put her in mortal danger.

The outside world was different.

Survival of the fittest.

She wasn't confident she could win.

The woman plucked the bowstring, "I'm giving you one last chance to choose."

Yan Zhao held her bone knife and took a low stance, ready for a fight.

"If that's the case," the woman drew her bow and sighed, "never mind."

There was no arrow nocked on her bow, but a swirl of air formed a faint blue glow, shaped like an arrowhead.

The little fox's expression changed.

Yan Zhao sensed a hint of danger.

But before she could act further, the little fox jumped from her arms and kicked her hard.

With a surprising burst of strength, the little fox forced Yan Zhao to take two steps back. The invisible arrow flew past her shoulder and struck a tree behind her.