Fuck!
Could you not ask me such a difficult question?
Chi Jiuyu's expression froze.
Emotionally speaking, she leaned more toward the Spirit Ancestor. After all, the Spirit Ancestor had treated her so darn well.
But clearly, this was not the time to approach things from an emotional angle...
And honestly, as someone who was half face-blind, both of them were so beautiful in her eyes that it was hard to tell who came out on top...
She cast a pleading look at Zhao Ruohan beside her.
Yet Zhao Ruohan, noticing her gaze, directly looked away.
Chi Jiuyu: "..."
The little boat of friendship really could capsize at the drop of a hat. Xiao Zhao was truly disloyal!
Her mind raced, and she quickly came up with what to say.
"Emm... actually, I still think Master is prettier."
First, she quietly put up a disclaimer. Being loyal to her master could never be wrong.
"Besides, Senior Yuanjun, you've got a piece of cloth tied over your face, so I can't see you clearly at all..."
A piece of cloth tied over her face...
This girl's description really was "vivid."
Yuanjun did not mind. "So you think the Spirit Ancestor looks better?"
"No. It's only that with that piece of cloth tied over your face, Senior Yuanjun, the Spirit Ancestor suits my tastes better." Chi Jiuyu looked at Yuanjun "innocently."
"Besides, that's only my personal opinion. Martial Uncle might not necessarily think the same way I do."
Her face seemed to bear the words "pure and innocent."
Look past the surface to the essence—did what she thought really matter?
Not at all!
What mattered was what Martial Uncle thought.
And after that exchange just now, she had realized that Senior Yuanjun was not the particularly stern sort of senior. Being a little