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Silverwing in Pursuit of the Moon: Part I
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You and Paimon begin to recall many a past happening at the very mention of the Moonchase Festival. But the most important thing right now is to enjoy the festival. While every festival is full of pleasant surprises, the two of you still have no idea what this one has in store for you...
Paimon:
Wow, look at the size of the moon! Seeing Yilong Wharf like this, it really has that festival feel...
Traveler:
Something on your mind, Paimon?
Paimon:
It's nothing. Just that... Paimon suddenly remembered our first Moonchase Festival and how we went looking for recipes with Keqing. Feels like it was just yesterday, y'know?
Paimon:
Since we started traveling together, holidays have always been a special time.
Paimon:
On one hand, whenever there's a festival, we'll find loads of good friends and tons of tasty treats to boot! And Paimon's lovin' all of it!
Paimon:
But on the other hand, though festivals come around every year, the people and things around them keep changing. It really gets Paimon thinking about the past...
Paimon:
Hehe, Paimon knows! Right-o, let's do what we always do and enjoy the festival! Now, where to start...
Traveler:
Isn't that Lan Yan?
Paimon:
Wasn't she taking Ningguang to see her clan elders? Let's go say hi, and while we're at it, ask her where we should start. She must know Yilong Wharf really well!
Paimon:
Hiya, Lan Yan!
Lan Yan:
Hello, Traveler, Paimon. Hmm... It hasn't been long enough for "long time no see," so... "short time no see," maybe?
Paimon:
Yeah, short time no see! Speaking of... weren't you supposed to take Ningguang to see the clan elders? How come you're back so soon?
Lan Yan:
Oh, I was really only showing her the way.
Lan Yan:
When someone like Lady Ningguang visits, lots and lots of clan elders always show up. A junior like me? I'd probably only get in the way if I stayed.
Paimon:
Lots and lots, you say?
Lan Yan:
Mm-hmm. Uncles, aunts, great-uncles, great-aunts...
Paimon:
Stop, stop! Paimon can already picture the numbers just from hearing you rattle off that list...
Lan Yan:
And every little thing matters in those meetings — who sits where, how the tea is served, and to whom... Every detail has to be right. Not exactly the kind of occasion I can handle.
Lan Yan:
So, after seeing one of my uncles, I greeted him and excused myself.
Paimon:
To be honest, Paimon wouldn't know what to do at a gathering like that either... So this actually works out pretty nicely! So, where do you think we should start?
Paimon:
Come to think of it, this is our first time celebrating a festival at Yilong Wharf.
Lan Yan:
The associations of Chenyu Vale prepared so much good food and so many fun activities for this Moonchase Festival, I couldn't possibly explain it all in a few words. Hehe, why don't I show you around instead?
Paimon:
Yes please! But it might take a lot of time... Ningguang said the Lan clan's thaumaturges would be helping the Millelith. Aren't you going?
Lan Yan:
The clan will handpick some real experts for that, so they don't need me tagging along and getting in the way.
Paimon:
Oh, Paimon understands now...
Lan Yan:
Huh. I wasn't expecting you to look at it like that... Hmm... How about this? Let me ask you a question.
Lan Yan:
Should the mystic arts be treated as a "responsibility," to be studied with discipline, or as a "hobby," to be pursued however one likes?
Paimon:
Oof, that's a hard one. Paimon thinks both sides make sense...
Lan Yan:
Apparently, back in the day, the Wind Reader asked his descendants that very question. When they could not decide, the Wind Reader said, "Why not both?"
Lan Yan:
Since then, the Lan family has had a rule. Once children are old enough to understand, the elders give them a choice.
Lan Yan:
If they want to study the mystic arts seriously, the clan will find them a master to study under. If they think of them as a hobby, nothing more is asked of them.
Paimon:
So you chose the "hobby" option?
Lan Yan:
Of course! Sitting in school getting scolded by a master is not my cup of tea. I probably would've snuck off to the hills near Qiaoying Village to fly kites, then completely forgotten about class.
Paimon:
When you put it like that, Paimon totally gets where you're coming from!
Lan Yan:
So don't worry about me feeling down. This was my choice.
Lan Yan:
My seniors have been taught lots of amazing arts that are super effective against evil spirits. I really look up to them.
Lan Yan:
As for me, though, I mostly work things out on my own. Whenever I come across an art that catches my eye, I borrow whatever books I can find and start studying.
Paimon:
Oooh, Paimon's curious now. What kinds of mystic arts interest you?
Lan Yan:
Hmm... Well, for example, I've been looking into one connected to swallows lately.
Paimon:
Really? C'mon, tell us more!
Lan Yan:
My elders say swallows are special birds. They carry mud and grass in their beaks, building nests under the eaves.
Lan Yan:
But for as long as I can remember, I've never seen a swallow's nest under the eaves here in Chenyu Vale.
Lan Yan:
Every year, the swallows rush through. Forget building nests — you can hardly even catch a glimpse of them. The elders' stories sound almost like some old legend.
Paimon:
Huh, how come?
Lan Yan:
I don't know either, but I did discover that swallows carry a kind of power that resonates well with the mystic arts our clan practices.
Lan Yan:
That got me thinking... that maybe there's some technique that could fix whatever is keeping them away, so that they could come back and build their nests.
Paimon:
Getting swallows to nest here again... Is that really possible?
Lan Yan:
Unfortunately, I think I've hit a wall. No matter what I do, the formula is always missing a crucial piece...
Paimon:
Still... That won't stop you though, right?
Lan Yan:
Oh, it absolutely might! I've barely scratched the surface of my clan's arts, after all. If I get stuck, then I'm stuck, and that's fine.
Lan Yan:
And then maybe one day, while I'm lying on a hill counting clouds, the answer will pop into my head.
Paimon:
Hehe. And here Paimon thought you might need some cheering up...
Lan Yan:
Aww. You're always looking out for people, Paimon. I can see why you're such a great guide.
Paimon:
Well, obviously! Hehe...
Lan Yan:
Oh, right! I did say I'd show you around, didn't I? Follow me! Hehe, as it happens, I've been curious what being a guide feels like, too!
Traveler:
Thanks, Lan Yan. We're in your hands.
Lan Junming:
Moonchase ought not to be like this...
Paimon:
Huh? Is someone causing trouble over there?
Lan Yan:
Looks more like someone got lost... Let's go see what's going on. Since I'm a member of one of the associations, I should keep an eye on the festival.
Paimon:
Sure, and we'll help too! Consider it a thank you.
Lan Junming:
Moonchase ought not to be like this...
Lan Yan:
Excuse me, sir, is something the matter?
Lan Junming:
Moonchase is not to be missed... But Moonchase was never meant to be like this... No, not only Moonchase. Liyue itself was never like this!
Paimon:
What makes you say that?
Lan Junming:
A food street featuring international cuisine? Since when does Moonchase have such things? The Moonchase Festival I recall has nothing whatsoever to do with matters of cookery!
Paimon:
So... good food wasn't even in the picture? Who would celebrate Moonchase like that?
Lan Yan:
My elders told me that long ago, customs from the Stove God Festival were folded into Moonchase. That's when it became linked to cooking events.
Lan Yan:
It is possible that some places in Liyue still preserve the Moonchase customs from before the Stove God Festival became a part of it.
Traveler:
Definitely possible.
Lan Yan:
May I ask where you are from, sir?
Lan Junming:
Where I'm from, you ask? Haha... The past is not to be chased. A free soul walks the world as he wills. It is enough to know the road ahead!
Paimon:
Okay, so where are you going?
Lan Junming:
Where I am going... Moonchase has come, and so this old man must drag himself there... Yet Moonchase ought not to be like this...
Paimon:
And we're right back to square one...
Lan Yan:
Sir... Would you be willing to speak with us somewhere else? This is a busy road, and we'll be in everyone's way if we stand here.
Lan Yan:
I can see that something is troubling you, sir. I may be able to help.
Lan Junming:
Hmm... Sounds most reasonable. This old man shall accompany you.
Paimon:
Okay, let's hear it! What's the problem? Paimon's always happy to help!
Lan Junming:
Odd though you may appear, little friend, you have a kind heart. This old fellow is most grateful.
Paimon:
Hey, who're you calling "odd"!? You're the oddball here! You look young, but you're all, "this old guy this" and "this old man that"... You do have white hair, though...
Lan Junming:
Think nothing of it. Nothing wrong with a touch of eccentricity, is there?
Traveler:
Let's get back to the matter at hand.
Lan Junming:
The matter at hand... These old eyes must not miss the Moonchase Festival, yet Moonchase ought not to be like this...
Paimon:
And we're back to where we started... again...
Lan Yan:
Sir... you're not human, are you?
Paimon:
Whaaa...!?
Lan Junming:
Young lady, what gives you cause to say such things? This old... ngh!
Paimon:
What is that?
Lan Yan:
If I am not mistaken... this is one of the mystic arts passed down by our clan. It is called the "Soul-Binding Art."
Lan Yan:
It traps a part of a person's soul within a rattan effigy, creating a puppet in their likeness for the caster to command.
Lan Yan:
Later generations of the Lan clan felt it violated the natural order, even when used against our enemies. So, they forbade the clan from ever using it again.
Paimon:
So, that means he's actually...
Lan Yan:
He's essentially a wisp of a remnant soul bound to a rattan figure.
Paimon:
No way...
Lan Yan:
Sir, do you know who used Soul-Binding on you?
Lan Junming:
Young lady, what kind of nonsense is that? Who in all Liyue could possibly use Soul-Binding on me?
Lan Junming:
Cease your tricks at once. This old man has a Moonchase appointment to keep. Wait, Moonchase ought not to be like this...
Paimon:
Ugh, we're getting nowhere with him...
Lan Yan:
Since he's only a remnant soul, his memories must be incomplete. We should undo the technique first. If we could send this soul-wisp back to where it belongs, the consequences shouldn't be too serious.
Lan Junming:
...Ngh...
Lan Yan:
Ah...
Paimon:
What's wrong?
Lan Yan:
The bind is locked behind a powerful seal. I can't undo it. I'm afraid we may need the clan head to handle this.
Lan Yan:
But he just left to help the Millelith deal with those evil spirits, so he won't be back anytime soon. And if we wait too long, this remnant soul...
Lan Junming:
Steady yourself, young lady. No need to panic. Whatever art you used just now seems to have restored a few of this old codger's memories.
Lan Junming:
But all I can recall is waking from a dream some days ago. Before that, there is little I can say for certain.
Lan Yan:
Respectfully, sir, I'm not panicking. You really are in serious condition right now, and the severity of the consequences means I need to contact the clan head as soon as possible and ask him to return.
Lan Yan:
This Soul-Binding Art is an ancestral technique of the Lan clan. Our clan head won't sit back and ignore this.
Lan Junming:
The head of the Lan clan? And what would such a person amount to here, hmm? Nothing, that's what!
Lan Junming:
My old eyes can recognize this Soul-Binding technique and the seal laid over it. Most exquisitely wrought it is. I daresay that even an Adeptus would have a headache over it, haha...
Paimon:
How are you laughing about this? If that's true, doesn't that make things even worse?
Lan Yan:
In that case, I can't think of a good solution at the moment... *sigh* Looks like we should put on a pot of tea, sit down, and take our time talking this through.
Paimon:
...Huh?
Lan Junming:
Just so, just so! Tea first!
Lan Junming:
Mm, fine tea.
Lan Yan:
Sir, you seem to know quite a bit about the mystic arts. Do you perhaps come from a thaumaturge clan?
Lan Yan:
If we can have someone ask around the various clans, I think we could find out who you really are, how you came to be affected by Soul-Binding, and then, how to undo it.
Lan Junming:
A clan? My old bones most emphatically are no member of any clan.
Lan Junming:
The mystical arts of Liyue are both subtle and profound. Master even a little, and one may wander the world at ease. Why tie oneself to some clan?
Lan Junming:
You, though, young lady... In temperament, you rather resemble me, yet here you are, a daughter of a great clan.
Lan Junming:
Instead of seeking help from others, why not let the matter rest with you? If you are willing to lend a hand, this mind, though antique, might have an idea worth trying.
Lan Yan:
I'm listening, sir.
Lan Junming:
Though this decrepit spirit of mine remembers little, there is one thing I recall with perfect clarity: I absolutely must not miss the Moonchase Festival. Yet...
Paimon:
"...Yet Moonchase ought not to be like this..."
Lan Junming:
Precisely! Every thought in my head leads back to that one point, like an unshakable obsession. Yet so many memories end there, leaving me caught between advance and retreat.
Lan Junming:
Were you to help me seek out the Moonchase I am meant to remember, perhaps this lingering fixation can yet be resolved, and the seal with it.
Lan Yan:
What you say makes sense, but it sounds like it'll take some time to see through. I'm not sure your remnant soul can hold out that long, sir.
Lan Yan:
Soul-binding like this doesn't last forever. Over time, the remnant soul slowly fades. I'm worried you might suddenly turn back into a rattan figure and stop moving for good before we finish.
Lan Junming:
Haha! All the more reason this old man must ask for your help.
Lan Junming:
When you used your arts on me but a moment ago, what remains of my soul actually grew a bit more stable. It seems the arts you practice hold some power that suits me well.
Lan Junming:
With you helping to steady my spirit, I doubt I shall be rendered down to rattan quite so quickly.
Lan Yan:
That does sound like it could work... But I just promised to show Paimon and Traveler around the festival. It doesn't feel right to go back on that right away...
Lan Yan:
Hmm... In that case, why don't you two join me?
Lan Yan:
Think about it: A remnant soul bound to a rattan puppet, missing memories, a lingering obsession, and us helping him to unravel the mystery...
Lan Yan:
Sounds like an adventure straight out of one of those "tales of the strange" novels, doesn't it? And we'd be helping this gentleman too... Don't you think that sounds positively fascinating?
Paimon:
Okay, when you put it like that... consider Paimon's interest piqued! We're in! But where are we supposed to find the Moonchase he remembers?
Lan Yan:
Right now, our only clue is that the Moonchase he remembers has nothing to do with cooking.
Lan Yan:
In that case, the "Moonchase Festival" he remembers might go all the way back to before the people of ancient Guili migrated south to Liyue Harbor.
Lan Yan:
From what I've heard, there were already some customs related to Moonchase back then, it was just that Guili's Stove God Festival had yet to be incorporated into them. So, naturally, they had nothing to do with cooking.
Traveler:
In that case...
Paimon:
Oh yeah... If Paimon remembers right, she's staying at Baiju Guesthouse.
Lan Yan:
Sounds like you two already have an idea?
Paimon:
Yep, and this one's about as reliable as they come!
Paimon:
Here we are!
Lan Junming:
Liyue Harbor...
Paimon:
Well? Did it jog your memory?
Lan Junming:
...Where did these merchants in long coats come from? And when did those islands across the water appear? Liyue was never thus!
Paimon:
Annnd he's spouting nonsense again.
Traveler:
Let's check if Zibai's here first.
Paimon:
There's Boss Lu!
Lu Weng:
Well, if it isn't Traveler and Miss Lan Yan from Chenyu Vale. What can I do for you?
Paimon:
Uh, sorry to bother you, but we're looking for someone. Is Ms. Zibai still staying here?
Lu Weng:
Ah, her? She went out earlier. Said she was going to find an old acquaintance, have a good long talk about the Moonchase Festival.
Paimon:
And do you know who that old acquaintance is?
Lu Weng:
Couldn't say. But I do recall she was headed in Iron Tongue Tian's direction.
Traveler:
I know who she's looking for...
Paimon:
Paimon does too. Which means the next problem is figuring out what to say... Ah, we'll worry about that later. Lan Yan, follow us!
Lan Junming:
Baiju Guesthouse...
Iron Tongue Tian:
To speak of Moonchase's origins, one must begin with ancient Liyue, when the adepti host chased the moon in pursuit of the adeptal path...
Zibai:
The Moonchase Rite... So, a mortal festival sprang from an adeptal affair?
Zhongli:
What people know to be the adeptal path is all too distant from mortal life.
Zhongli:
The word "Moonchase," however, suits the season and stirs the imagination. Is it so strange, then, that later generations would adopt it as a festival motif?
Zibai:
Thinking back, the people of ancient Lang-Gan once celebrated a holiday much like this.
Zibai:
When the festival came, they would brew wine from grain, gaze up at the bright moon, and offer it to me in hopes of a bountiful harvest. In return, I taught them the art of tilling the land and the brilliance of mathematics.
Zibai:
And when Moonchase is celebrated now, do the people below still pray to the immortals above?
Zhongli:
Such practices are no longer common. In present-day Liyue, when Moonchase comes, people are more likely to enjoy fine food and wine, admire the moon, and gather with friends and family.
Zibai:
Eating, drinking, and merrymaking? In that case, though this event still bears the word "moon," it seems to have little else to do with me now.
Zhongli:
Not entirely. People labor in the fields and devote themselves to the arduous study of mathematics so that one day, they may live in abundance and peace. And then... they eat, drink, and make merry.
Zhongli:
Broadly speaking, the birth of what we call "festivals" is often so. Seen in that light, many of Liyue's festivals may be said to have roots that trace back to you.
Zibai:
Haha... A delightful argument. Tell me, were you the one to teach mortals the art of eloquence? Little wonder Liyue has so many storytellers now.
Zhongli:
I have always been one who listens to tales. Could I have instructed their tellers in oratory?
Paimon:
Hi there Zhongli, and the Whi— it's Zibai!
Lan Yan:
The White Horse Adeptus? If it's Moonchase we're talking about, she really is the right person to ask.
Paimon:
Eh?
Zibai:
Well now, if it isn't Paimon and Traveler. And young Lan Yan as well?
Traveler:
You know about her, Lan Yan?
Lan Yan:
Not long ago, I made a new kite. While I was out flying it, I lost track of time and ended up on a hilltop. There, I happened to run into Ms. Zibai as she passed by in a chariot.
Lan Yan:
I was curious about how her chariot could fly, so she just came out and told me, "One is the White Horse Adeptus. This is one's exalted chariot, and aboard it, one may soar through the skies."
Paimon:
Yeah... that tracks...
Zibai:
Why dance around the matter? I am the White Horse Adeptus, and he is...
Zhongli:
Hm?
Zibai:
He is the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's consultant. A rather learned man, though he prefers to spend his days mingling with the common folk — I needn't introduce him to you, I trust?
Zibai:
He and I could be considered... old acquaintances. As it happens, I found a fine tea in Chenyu Vale recently, and sought him out so he might sample it.
Zhongli:
...Then I am much obliged to you, good adeptus, for thinking of me.
Zibai:
Now, young Lan Yan, you sought me out in person. What is it you wish to ask?
Lan Yan:
We had a few questions, specifically, about this elder...
Zibai:
Mad Lan!
Lan Junming:
White Foal?
Traveler:
You two know each other?
Zibai:
Is this not Wind Reader?
Paimon:
What!?
Lan Yan:
Are you saying... he's the ancestor of the Lan clan?
Lan Junming:
Wind Reader... Indeed... I remember a little more now. Still, that was only a title others bestowed. My name is Lan Junming.
Lan Junming:
I do not quite remember you, Adeptus, yet the nickname "White Foal" came to my lips without a thought... An old acquaintance of mine, perhaps?
Zibai:
Hmph, a vulgarian through and through! No, a buffoon to the very end... Though, on further reflection, perhaps a rare sort of man?
Paimon:
Geez, what did this guy do to leave such a bad impression on Zibai?
Zibai:
Ahem... Still, as I recall, Mad Lan never sought any art of longevity. He should have long since passed from this world... It is as I thought. What remains here is but a remnant soul, held captive.
Zibai:
If it remains here, then the part of him that returned to the Ley Lines must be incomplete as well. Until this wisp is released, he will never truly rest.
Paimon:
Oh, so that's what's going on... This really is serious, then.
Lan Yan:
That's exactly why we came to you. We want to undo the Soul-Binding on him, but a seal has been placed over it, and breaking it is far beyond me.
Zibai:
Allow me to take a look... Hmm... Mm... I could break through this seal by force and undo the binding.
Zibai:
But this seal is highly unusual. Were it broken by force, I fear the remnant soul would disperse along with it. We must not take such a risk. Let us find another way.
Lan Junming:
See? This old man lied not at all! Enough to give an Adeptus a headache, yes?
Lan Yan:
Then if we can find whoever cast it...
Zibai:
The caster? Is he not standing right before you?
Zibai:
To my knowledge, this Soul-Binding Art was invented by Mad Lan himself. And in its use, who could surpass its creator?
Zibai:
The technique used on him is exceedingly secure, and the additional seal is fashioned with considerable finesse. Plainly, it is his own handiwork.
Zibai:
Perhaps he meant to leave this fragment of his soul behind for some purpose, and so used the art on himself.
Lan Junming:
Hahaha! A great deal may have fled this doddering mind, but I still held on to the key. So in the end, my plan is one to follow, is it not?
Zibai:
What exactly are you scheming this time, Mad Lan?
Lan Yan:
Miss Zibai, if I may explain?
Lan Yan recounts the earlier conversation to Zibai.
Zibai:
I see... Going so far as to use Soul-Binding on himself, simply to leave this remnant behind for the festival? He even added a seal to make certain.
Zibai:
And yet... it is exactly the sort of thing he would do.
Zhongli:
When people look forward to a festival, what they long for is often not the event itself, but the people and moments bound up with it.
Lan Yan:
That's why we thought that if we could help him find the Moonchase he remembers, it might spark something.
Lan Yan:
If we could help him realize his desire, that could be enough to undo the seal.
Zibai:
Hm... The idea has merit... Earlier, you said the Moonchase he seeks must go back to before the people of ancient Guili migrated south?
Paimon:
Right, right! You must know all about moon-related stuff from back then, right?
Zibai:
As it so happens, my old friend and I were just discussing that very matter. Have you heard of the "Moonchase Rite"?
Zibai:
Long before the word "Moonchase" became associated with a mortal festival, Rex Lapis once sought to awaken me. Thus, the "Moonchase Rite" came to be.
Zibai:
The people of ancient Liyue later imitated this rite, and from it were born some of the customs now associated with "Moonchase."
Zibai:
Mad Lan, is this the "Moonchase" you seek?
Lan Junming:
Imitating an Adeptal rite? That does not sound like something I would do.
Lan Junming:
The human world is home to fine wine and good food, and no end of natural beauty. Wandering among them, this old man often lost track of the passing days. I doubt I would have had a mind to keep my eye on the Adepti.
Lan Junming:
So no, that cannot be the "Moonchase" I'm searching for.
Zibai:
Hmph. At least now I can judge you with certainty: A worldly man through and through, unable to step beyond the mundane.
Paimon:
What do we do now? Did our only lead... lead nowhere?
Zhongli:
Hmm...
Lan Yan:
Do you have any suggestions, Mr. Zhongli?
Zhongli:
There are indeed a few Moonchase Festival customs of which I have heard.
Zhongli:
In a later age, though still long ago, Dihua Marsh also had certain customs connected to the moon.
Zhongli:
There, the antiquarians of Liyue would gather in the golden autumn, ascend the heights to view the moon, drink wine, and write verse. This was known as a "Moon-Viewing Gathering."
Zhongli:
It is said that these gatherings were a predecessor of the Moonchase Festival. Perhaps they are connected to the "Moonchase" Mr. Lan seeks?
Zibai:
It sounds like there was fine wine and good food aplenty. That ought to be the one.
Lan Junming:
A Moon-Viewing Gathering... When? Where?
Zhongli:
Wangshu Inn will be holding a similar event in two days' time.
Paimon:
Then let's go check it out! It might jog his memory.
Lan Yan:
Thank you, Mr. Zhongli.
Lan Yan:
Forgive me, but how should a junior like myself address you? As the ancestor of the Lan clan, you are also the founder of our Qimen Arts traditions...
Lan Junming:
"Ancestor," you say...? To think this old man left an entire clan behind. I must admit, I never imagined such a thing... Still, I rather like the sound of "Grandmaster."
Lan Yan:
Whatever you were planning, it must have been important, right? I still think we should inform the clan elders, so they can help us handle it.
Lan Junming:
Well. About that... Suppose you found yourself surrounded by all those clan elders, what would you do?
Lan Yan:
In that case... I'd take the first chance I got to slip away and get some air on a hillside somewhere.
Lan Junming:
And so would I!
Lan Yan:
Hehe... I understand.
Lan Junming:
This old man has seen what you can do, and your skills are more than enough. So, how about doing your old grandmaster a favor?
Traveler:
Don't worry, Lan Yan.
Paimon:
Yeah! Paimon's only been getting curioser and curioser about what kind of Moonchase he wants to have!
Lan Yan:
Leave it to me, then. Traveler, Paimon, we'll leave in two days.
Paimon:
You got it!
Zhongli:
"White Foal"...
Zibai:
Hmm. When my Third Deadly Self walked the mortal world, she had barely made that wandering rogue's acquaintance before he saddled her with that nickname.
Zhongli:
And yet, when he found himself in need, you helped him all the same.
Zibai:
It was, after all, a "wish" of his. How could I refuse?
Zibai:
Still, what exactly is the wish? I do not for a moment believe that celebrating a festival is the whole of it.