Moxiang, his original name wasn't Moxiang; that name was changed in an effort to fawn and curry favor.
Liu Yu rubbed his forehead and thought for a while, but he could hardly remember the youth's birth name. "You were originally called Mo... Mo..." What was it again?
Moxiang calmly took over, "Mo Xiang." It was originally a rather ordinary name with a touch of sharpness, yet due to the circumstances of his master, it turned into a softly lingering scent with the same pronunciation. Although he had now escaped from that environment, that carefree and innocent child from the past could never be found again.
"Right, Mo Xiang." Liu Yu breathed a sigh of relief and looked fixedly at the young man, "From now on, you should go back to using your original name. I will create a household registration for you someday so that you can follow me. But before that, I still want to ask you," he said slowly and emphatically, "What exactly is your purpose?"
