The old fox blinked his unsettlingly large eyes a few times and immediately understood. "I understand, I understand!"
He then turned and shouted in a squeaky, affected voice, "Xiu'er, get that litter of Brocade-Furred Mice over here to serve this master!"
A litter!?
Before Zou Feng could even process what "a litter" meant, seven white-furred rat spirits suddenly scurried out from some unknown corner nearby.
Even after taking human form, these white-furred rat spirits retained the petite and delicate features of "little white mice," none of them taller than five feet.
They all had sweet, adorable faces and chattered incessantly as they ran.
"Senior, what do you think? Is this litter of rat spirits to your liking?" the old fox asked with a fawning smile.
In truth, there was no need to ask. The corners of Zhao Feixiong's mouth were stretched nearly to his ears.
"They're alright, I suppose!"
The old fox then turned back to Zou Feng. "And this Senior's preference is..."
