He started to chatter incessantly, “My king, please accept me. I’m very useful!” Mobei-Jun seemed to cant his body. “Oh? What use are you?” “I can serve tea, carry water, wash clothes, fold blankets…wait, no.” Shang Qinghua considerately gave him an analysis: “You see, my king, I can serve you as an undercover agent in Cang Qiong Mountain, pass on intelligence, and help the demon race accomplish the magnificent feat of conquering the Human Realm.”
