Cultivator, Do You Want Chives

The little fox leaped and hopped away quickly. Her nine tails seemed to be rubbing against the clouds. She was feeling quite merry.

Soon, she blended in with the faraway mountains.

Her eyes flickered. She seemed to be talking to herself, "Here comes the chives, here comes the chives!"

She was about to leap into another hill when three figures suddenly swooped in and surrounded the little fox.

"Cultivator, please, wait!"

The three figures were three Real Immortals. They were cool and powerful. They had friendly smiles on their faces.

One of them said, "We're very interested in the chives you brought us, cultivator. As long as you tell us the source, we'll ensure your safety and we'll give you lots of benefits!"

The little fox stood on her hind legs. She looked up at three cultivators riding on clouds. Her black eyes sparkled.

"Stop joking, cultivators. We've been waiting for you for a long time!"