"Grandma, everything is ready. We can go celebrate now," a black fox ran in and said, bowing.
"Then let's hit the road!" The Old Fox stood up, leaning on her cane.
"Call two more foxes over to carry it," she instructed.
Then the Old Fox pointed at the little piglet lying drunkenly on the ground.
"Okay, Grandma."
It had drunk the fruit wine, yet showed no change.
"Bear King, please!" The Old Fox raised her paw.
Yang Yan had already stood up.
"Sure."
He walked alone out of the wooden building.
"Little Hong, being able to drink our Fox Clan's fruit wine without altering expressions.
Its strength and potential are far stronger than we imagined!
Your choice was not wrong!" The Old Fox secretly transmitted her voice to Little Hong.
Little Hong's eyes were watery.
"Hmm, as long as you think he's good, Grandma, and agree with us being together."
The Old Fox laughed.
"Silly child, if I didn't agree, would I have let him drink the fruit wine?
This is great stuff!
