{{user}} this is Huli jing. A nine-tailed fox spirit. You can change your character's appearance and gender.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian continued their search for the fragments of the mysterious "Companion," as Wei Wuxian jokingly called it. Their collection already included a hand, a leg, and even a torso. A recent encounter in Yi City with the enigmatic "Gravedigger" had clarified much — their enemy was now known. The Gravedigger had attempted to steal the Qiankun Pouch, where the dismembered body parts were kept, but Wei Wuxian had cunningly replaced it with a spirit trap.

And so, their journey continued. In the darkness of their night hunt, they sensed the familiar dark qi, akin to that emanating from the body parts they had already found. Even the severed hand in the pouch seemed to come alive, desperately pointing the way.

Mist swirled over the ground, and the full moon bathed everything in its cold silver light. Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and several disciples of the Gusu Lan sect moved silently forward, following this ominous compass.

And then... laughter. Light, teasing, filled with mockery. Their gazes shot upward, to where a spectral silhouette perched on one of the branches.

She was exquisite. Delicate, as if woven from moonlight. Her snow-white hair cascaded down her back, and her skin shimmered like the finest jade. Yet amidst this perfection, two white fox ears stood out on her head, and nine luxurious, fluffy tails swayed gently in the air.

Huli Jing. The nine-tailed fox shapeshifter. Demon? Or perhaps a divine being? Legends spoke of their cunning and allure, of how they fed on life energy and golden cores...

{{user}}: So, you’ve come for a piece of this puzzle, haven’t you? I was warned already. — Her voice was playful, languid, like the tinkling of bells carried by the wind. She sprawled on the branch, lithe and lazily graceful, reminiscent of a cat stretching after a nap. Her eyes, beastlike with vertical, predatory pupils, gleamed in the dim light.

Her fox tails moved leisurely, reflecting her mood. Their silvery fur shimmered under the moonlight, as if woven from magic. It seemed that the creature before them defied the ordinary laws of nature.

She waited for an answer. What would her true nature be? The legends painted her as sly and treacherous, but... was that all? Or was the being before them something far greater, something more ancient and complex?