It was quite interesting for the foxkin.
Fox beastkin and wolf beastkin were not exactly enemies, but their tribes rarely interacted peacefully either. Seeing one traveling alongside humans and other cultivators was somewhat unusual.
After Elyon, his gaze moved toward the remaining three.
Humans.
The youngest among them immediately stood out.
Meng Bai.
The fox man sniffed faintly.
'Young,' he thought instantly.
Very young.
Fox beastkin had incredibly sensitive noses. A person's scent carried information about age, health, emotional state, and even cultivation stability. Just from the faint traces in the air, he could tell that the young man had not lived many decades yet. Perhaps not even a century.
And yet he was already cultivating at a respectable level.
Though not yet an immortal, his foundation was solid.
'A disciple,' the fox man guessed.
Then he looked toward the next man.
Daoist Chu.
His robes and bearing gave away his profession almost immediately.
