The situation at the moment is a tiny bit awkward.
Jia Xitong looked at Monarch Bai Yu, pondering how to tell him that she is the one in charge.
Monarch Bai Yu noticed her gaze and smiled slightly at her.
Jia Xitong reflexively nodded in greeting, then internally shouted — she's not being friendly! Senior Bai Yu, you stole my words!
The words got stuck in her throat for a second, then she gave up.
Forget it, let Senior Bai Yu be the boss if he wants to. After all, he's older, more experienced, and the Wuxiang Brush is still in his hands.
All else is just empty fame.
Jia Xitong consoled herself, then eagerly raised her hand, "I'll assist Senior."
At times like this, one mustn't lose face for the Host.
"Okay, that's settled then."
The two reached an agreement with a snap and a decisive blow.
Everything happened so quickly, seemingly planned, yet completely unplanned.
