But in the shadows, he quietly closed the door, determining whether the dream he saw was the same one he knew before. Clearly, he had confirmed his thoughts.
Therefore, he revealed everything and asked for his protection of Zhu, the Little Nine-tailed Fox, to uphold a pure spirit, for only with a pure spirit could the Nine-tailed Fox live normally and bring tribal hope to their race.
For a tribe constantly under punishment, such a pure spirit was invaluable, its existence allowing them to see hope and the light before dawn.
Of course, this might merely be a placebo, perhaps even self-deception, but at least it served as their support, allowing them to continue living with such sustenance and to keep making sacrifices, even if it meant enduring further punishment.
