With Yin cheering on the table and Attie resting his head, feeling as though he was about to throw up, Shiro facepalmed.
She wanted to interrupt but since they looked like they were having fun, Shiro decided not to rain on their parade.
"Let's go." Shiro sighed.
"I thought you wanted to smack some sense into that bird." Nan Tian raised an eyebrow as Shiro shrugged.
"I'll do it later. It would be quite bad if I smacked her in front of all these people now wouldn't it?" Shiro gestured at the hall full of food lovers chanting Yin's name while she made purple fire dance to her will.
Seeing that Yin was taking her celebration to the next level, Shiro decided that it was probably best to humble her a little.
Snapping her finger, all of the fire flickered for a moment before disappearing.
"Mn?" Blinking her eyes in confusion, Yin looked down at her hand.
"That's strange…" She muttered.
