"Er... Brother Murong, Mr. Liu," Sun Yixie seemed to want to change the subject to cover up the awkwardness, so he immediately continued, "Why are you just standing there? Please, have a seat."
"Oh... haha." Liu Ming returned to his senses a bit faster, and immediately clasped his fists in a forced laugh and said, "Today's 'game' is hosted by Mr. Sun... How can we guests sit down before the host does?"
This was actually nonsensical babble. Everyone has heard of waiting for the host to be seated at a dinner party, but never at a gambling table.
However, his seemingly valid but actually fallacious logic didn't seem to make Sun Yixie notice anything particularly intentional.
"Alright then," Sun Yixie casually replied and was about to sit down on the nearest chair.
"Just a moment!" And at that instant, Murong Ji interjected to stop him, "Mr. Sun, as the host, you should sit facing north, which means... sitting at that spot over there."
