"I'll help you move it, of course," Shen Qingqiu says immediately, grinning at Jon over his fan. "It looks heavy." He absolutely doesn't want to touch that horrible, greasy thing again, but sometimes being a good cultivator requires doing things you don't want to do, for the sake of others. It's in the manual or the by-laws or something.

"What about the rest of these" he asks, gesturing at the shelves with his fan. "Do they have freakish little curses too?"