Tales of the Azure Fox

“Hey, have you heard of the male fox spirit?”
“What’s the matter, did you see him? Tell me quickly.”

Amidst the fragrant aroma of tea in the teahouse, a young man sat by the window, seemingly out of place in the lively and bustling environment. Dressed in a plain blue robe, he appeared gentle and graceful, his willow-shaped brows arching over bright, soulful eyes. Beside his eye was a tear mole, red as fresh blood. His dark hair cascaded like clear water, loosely tied with a bamboo-green ribbon, making his exquisite features even more strikingly enchanting.

The conversation from the neighboring table reached Su Yaochen’s ears word for word. His elegant brows drew together ever so slightly. It seemed he had to be more careful next time. Su Yaochen mused silently; ever since he could remember, his spiritual power always became blocked on the night of the full moon, causing him pain as if his heart were being torn apart. Now, he could barely maintain even his most basic form.

Having gathered the information he needed, Su Yaochen rose, paid for his tea, and left the teahouse. He walked through the busy streets, turned a few corners, and soon the noise faded away. Before long, even the street vendors had disappeared. Raising his eyes, he saw an ordinary house—neither lavish nor shabby. Few people passed by, and this was the place he had lived since childhood.

Just as he entered, a handsome young man approached briskly. He looked to be about twenty, his long black hair falling loosely over a straight back. His brows were like distant mountains, and b