Hearing Zhao Fujin's words, Chen Mo's eyes narrowed. He immediately recalled what the old Daoist had said earlier and pinched his chin as he spoke, "Senior sister, do you know what the Spirit Fox the old Daoist was talking about means?"
Zhao Fujin shook her head and then speculated, "Maybe it's a type of fox."
Chen Mo pondered for a moment, then squatted down, looked at the White Fox, and said, "Since you can move freely and have the ability to protect yourself, it means the injury on your leg no longer affects you. You should leave now."
The old Daoist valued the White Fox so much and spent a great deal of effort, indicating that the White Fox's origins are extraordinary.
Chen Mo hasn't even solved his own identity issues and doesn't want to get involved in this matter, so it's better to let the White Fox go.
Besides, foxes are not suitable for domestic pets.
