Enjie could feel the oppressive gazes of the immortals, she dared not raise her eyes for fear of what they will reveal to her. The warmth she could feel coming from the touch of the Fox King was like a balm over her heightened senses.

“Fox King Yan, you seem to have taken a likening to a maid from my sect.”

Jin Ruimin sipped from his cup of wine as he watched the exchange taking place between an esteemed aristocrat and the lowest of his maids. His tone of voice betrayed none of the irritation he felt at been subjected to watch the inappropriate display of affection by Yan ShuChang.

“Where is the young lad that will be betrothed to my granddaughter?”

In a show of power, the Fox King intentionally moved the discussion away from his private matter.

“Head Teacher Jin, come offer your gratitude to the Fox King.”

From where he was seated Jin Caihe noted the expression on the fox royalty though subtle there was a switch in the icy exterior to one of affection. Rising steadily from his hassock in response to his sect leader's command, Jin Caihe walked with poise to where the Fox King sat from across his table.

“I, Jin Caihe will like to give a bow of respect to Fox King Yan.”

On approaching the table of Yan ShuChang, Jin Caihe addressed him with eyes lowered. Known for their sharp sense of smell those from the fox clan could tell the meaning behind any scent they encountered. The nostrils of the fox king flared when it took in the faint musky scent that came from the head teacher.

“Have you been with another?”

“…”

The words of the fox king were like a blow to that of the head teacher of the GuBaiJin sect. Paralyzed with humiliation Jin Caihe could not say a word back to his defense.