Yeah, he couldn't fault him for the ew. But at least Mobei-Jun didn't usually go for the rotten meat that so many demons liked?

Shang Qinghua huffed, pushing down on the animal instinct that said 'run!' in order to just keep taking notes. "Guess so. Just got to get back into the habit. I don't think I've written anything that wasn't a form, or a report, or a treaty in... sixty years? Almost sixty? It's been a while."