In the blink of an eye, it was already afternoon.
The light outside the window grew cold.
The library remained quiet, with only a sparse, scattered flow of people. Students would occasionally walk past, leaving the vast hall feeling empty.
In a corner, Qin Yang sat on his little 'work-shirking' stool, enjoying a rare moment of peace as he leisurely studied the *True Understanding of Refining*.
A small, snow-white fox lay in his lap, belly up and soft. Its pink tongue lolled out, its four short legs were stretched taut, and the faint sound of a soft snore could be heard...
"Out like a light."
Qin Yang gently poked Xiaobai's tongue, nudging it back into her mouth as he pondered the contents of the *True Understanding of Refining*.
Every part of the Fox Race was a treasure. From their fur and flesh to their very organs, everything could be used as a material for Artifact Refining.
'Then... could the fur of a Nine-tailed Fox be used for Artifact Refining?'
With this in mind,
