Maya didn't dare to raise her head and stare at him.
In the natural world, direct eye contact was a form of provocation.
It could make a fox feel threatened, triggering its territorial instincts.
In the fables of the Holy Kingdom, foxes were always symbols of greed and cunning.
Although, she wasn't sure.
'Is a fox ghost even considered a fox?'
But compared to her trivial curiosity,
expressing submission was more likely to yield long-term benefits.
Maya kept her head lowered.
From the corner of her eye, she could sense the fox ghost before her turn its gaze upon her.
It was the kind of look one gives a piece of merchandise, as if it were stripping away her every pretense layer by layer, leaving only her most naked bargaining chips to be weighed on the scales of interest.
Maya's heart skipped a beat.
Compared to the unfathomably deep fox ghost,
she was far too naive.
