The shadow of the Black Crown above Lin Guang's head quietly reappeared.
A considerable distance separated the person and the fox. He could only faintly sense that the little fox seemed to harbor feelings of conflict, as if it were making a difficult decision.
He was slightly taken aback and sent a thought over: "Little one, what's wrong?"
Perhaps it felt the encouragement in Lin Guang's spiritual power, the little fox hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered the courage to take small steps forward, stopping a few paces away from Lin Guang.
It raised its head, looked at Lin Guang, and made a few soft "chirping" sounds, as if trying to say something. Yet, its gaze flickered as if it was unsure about the message it was about to convey.
Lin Guang paused, stretched out his hand, signaling it to come closer.
Simultaneously, the power of the Heart of Terra, like invisible tendrils, gently made contact with the little fox's consciousness, without any aggression.
