"Ow..." the little marten cried loudly in the language of the Demon Race of the Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons. "What do you want to ask? Big Brother, if you want to ask something, then say it! How am I supposed to know what you want to ask if you don't ask? Even though you're looking at me so sincerely, you still have to tell me what you want to ask. Do you really want to ask? Then ask! You don't really want to ask, do you? Could it be that you really do want to ask? Ow, ow... Big Brother, can't you be gentler? Ask whatever you want—why are you being so violent? Will you let go or not? Let go, let go! If you don't, I'll tell every demon of the Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons that you're bullying the small with the big..."
The little marten spoke incredibly fast, rattling off those tongue-twisting words in mere moments. His voice was exceptionally pleasant, and his words flowed into the ears of the demons like a babbling brook. Not only was Biqing stunned, even the Dragon Island Envoy could not help laughing.
"Damn it!" Biqing came to his senses only after a long while. He wanted to activate his demon power again, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he could only shout, "Didn't this king already ask you? What is your name? Why have you come to my Biqingyu?"
"My name is Little Yellow!" the little marten said solemnly. "Naturally, I came here to attend the feast!"
"Attend... attend the feast?" Biqing froze, then suddenly recalled what the little marten and the puppy had said earlier. He finally understood. "You came to attend the Qingbo Feast?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Little Yellow nodded like a chick pecking