Since Yu Xi had put it that way, Gu Chengan could only let the matter drop and have Yang Xin take over for the time being.
Though her injuries were far from light, handling some daily affairs and cleanup work would be no problem. At worst, Jiang An could help her.
At that, Yang Xin nearly rolled her eyes, but her professionalism barely allowed her to hold it in.
Overtime again?
There truly were not many people qualified for this position.
Jiang An had only been here for a few days and was unfamiliar with the place, let alone capable of coordinating affairs.
With no other choice, she could only accept with her nose pinched.
Old Gu gave a final rundown of the matters needing attention, covering every detail. He had even planned out where Torrent would stay for the time being.
The current Blood Sea would no longer spawn [Slaughter] Calamities, but the [King of Cysts] that emerged from time to time were even more troublesome.
As everyone knew, every cyst world within that thing housed quite a few "parasites"—in other words, low-tier [Chaos] Calamities.
The tower defenses Xuanhuang had set up along the front line had decent power and coverage.
Once those "parasites" were exposed to spatial turbulence, they would surely die.
Yet the bursting cysts would also continuously inject fresh momentum into the spatial turbulence.
Once their numbers grew, some fish that slipped through the net would inevitably hitch a ride through the turbulent currents.
With spatial turbulence disturbing the area, mist activity would intensify as well.
By Gu Chengan's estimate, the likelihood of the Western Front encountering a small Mist Tide every day in the future might be as high as the chance of rain during the old era's plum rain season.
These were the new