The Black Pot always felt something was strange, and after a moment, it suddenly realized: "I don't have a tail anymore!"
Chen Shi looked around, thinking: "Where did the shipwife go?"
He draped a rag over his shoulder, carried a bucket, and searched everywhere, but he never found the shipwife's imp in Lin She's place.
The Young Master's Yuan Chen Palace spanned dozens of miles, with grand structures everywhere, busy imps chattering away.
Some imps climbed trees to trim branches, often sawing in front and falling along with the branches.
Others dug holes for fertilizing and buried their best friends, leaving nonchalantly after patting a few spades of dirt on their heads.
A few imps, seeing no one around, threw unpleasant friends into fish ponds to feed the fish dragons.
When guests visited, instructed to take care of the mounts, imps sometimes fed a companion to the visitor's mount as a prank.
