The street of Treasures of Literature was very close to the location of the zither gathering, separated only by two streets of miscellaneous goods.

This time, Fang Yun didn't take a detailed look at the items on these two streets. He just took a cursory glance. Just as he was about to enter the largest street of Treasures of Literature, his pet fox suddenly jumped into his arms. It looked up at him, its paws clutching the clothes on his chest, hanging on him with a very serious expression. Its small eyes kept giving him signals, as if it was afraid of being discovered by others.

Fang Yun realized that his pet fox had something to say, so he slowly walked to a quiet place.

"Do you have something important to say?" Fang Yun asked in a low voice.