No matter if she's willing or not, Chiang Xiao would never agree to sell her the medicinal painting.
The paintings drawn by the Magic Brush, she wouldn't sell them away lightly.
After returning, Chiang Xiao immediately made a call to Old Bai.
"Old Master Bai, this is Chiang Xiao."
"Xiao Chiang? This is rare, you seldom call me."
Old Master Bai was tidying up the chessboard.
"That's my fault, I should greet Old Master Bai more often," Chiang Xiao said.
Old Bai couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm just saying. I know you're much busier than I am." Old Master Bai's health was good, and his spirits were high, which he always believed was thanks to Chiang Xiao.
Therefore, he always kept an eye on Chiang Xiao, so he could offer help whenever she needed it.
"Old Master Bai, you seem to be in good spirits; your voice sounds strong and powerful."
"Thanks to you. So, is there something you need from me?"
