Mistletoe's face turned awkwardly black.
He looked up to meet the expectant and delighted gazes of Yu Chen and his entourage.
Glancing around, everyone who had come with him to the Mundane World, whether they were cultivating or practicing demon cultivation, wore expressions suggesting they were watching an interesting show.
None of them thought to volunteer to lessen the embarrassment of his temporary predicament.
Only the Big Goose, who was not a person, seemed the most human of them all.
Big Goose honked, spreading its wings and stretching its neck to pluck a feather from its own nest, offering it to Mistletoe with a comforting cry, "Honk—"
"Big Goose, you have the most conscience," Mistletoe said, moved as he accepted the feather.
Inspired by Big Goose, Mistletoe grimaced with pain and then plucked a piece of his own fur.
Along with the goose feather, he waved his hand and sent it floating towards Yu Chen.
