"Don't worry, everyone, it's completely normal for Master Fuli to speak human language, it's not feudal superstition..."
The Monkey King pulled the villagers to sit down, took out a freshly printed confidentiality agreement for them to sign, and started explaining the current phenomenon from a biological perspective.
The master and Yang Bowen were listening, but some of the content about genetics was too profound. After a while, they zoned out instinctively and glanced towards the main hall.
After entering the Mountain Viewing Pavilion area, Master Fuli acted completely at ease, moving the tables from the pavilion hall into the courtyard and sprawled out on top.
"Poof—"
Eight fluffy fox tails were revealed, Lin Bingyun rolled up her sleeves, squeezed some rinse-free body wash into her palm, and rubbed it onto Master Fuli.
"!?"
As Master Fuli revealed eight tails, the villagers' pupils contracted sharply, and their foreheads went wild with question marks.
