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Silverwing in Pursuit of the Moon: Part II
On White Wings Pierce Through Cloud and Fog
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To help the Wind Reader fulfill his wish, you decide to head to Wangshu Inn for this year's moon-viewing gathering, where folks will spend the evening gazing at the moon over wine and poetry, high above the ground. Yet retrieving a long-cherished wish would probably not be an easy or straightforward task...
Paimon:
Lan Yan, we're here! Ready to head out?
Lan Yan:
It looks like he isn't ready to head out just yet.
Paimon:
Something wrong?
Lan Junming:
I was thinking... I'd like to take one more look. If this journey is what breaks the seal and lets this fragment of my soul return, then that old soul will tarry no longer in the world of the living.
Paimon:
Oh...
Lan Junming:
Oh, no need for the long face... I'm neither particularly attached to life nor afeared of death.
Lan Junming:
It's just that... having spent the past few days wandering Chenyu Vale once again, I find its scenery every bit as beautiful as it was back then. Suddenly, I wanted to see more of it. I know not why, but I find it hard to let go...
Lan Yan:
Grandmaster, I have an idea. You said before that we didn't need to rush there, since I can help keep you stable.
Lan Yan:
How about we skip the water route and walk along the mountain paths, taking our time getting to Wangshu Inn? We can stop and enjoy the scenery whenever we want. Let's treat it as your "last look." What do you say?
Lan Junming:
Haha... Good. Then let us do just that. I knew you and I were cut from the same cloth.
Lan Junming:
Still, these past few days must have been trying for you. When these old bones were yet young, I doubt I would have had the patience to look after some fading fellow.
Lan Yan:
You are the founder of the Lan Clan, after all. I just wanted to do something for the family.
Lan Junming:
Do something for the family? To say such a thing... Perhaps you and I are not so alike.
Lan Junming:
Take it from this old man. If you wish to learn from the founder of your clan, then you must soar like a bird, high in the sky, caring not a whit for what remains below.
Paimon:
You're the founder of her clan! Is that really the kind of lesson you should be teaching?
Lan Yan:
Hehe. I can fly off later. First, I should at least help you finish what you set out to do, right?
Lan Junming:
Fair enough... I shall be in your care.
Gaming:
Ay-yo...
Paimon:
Wait, isn't that Gaming? And...
Traveler:
What're you all doing here?
Gaming:
Yo! Talk about good timing, Traveler. As for all this... Well, it's a long story. Here, have a seat. Tea's on me!
Gaming:
I was escorting a shipment from Yilong Wharf to Liyue Harbor today, but right as we passed through here, a whole pack of monsters rolled up, making a real racket.
Gaming:
If it weren't for Director Hu and company, man, the whole run might've gone belly up. I owe you all big time.
Hu Tao:
Oh, it was no biggie! I was on the way back from taking care of some business at Wuwang Hill anyway. No trouble at all!
Xingqiu:
And Chongyun hails from a thaumaturge family. He regards the slaying of demons and evil spirits as his duty. You need not thank us.
Chongyun:
"Us"? This whole time, I was the one doing almost all of the fighting, wasn't I?
Xingqiu:
You've always enjoyed vanquishing evil and defending the innocent. As this outing afforded you such a golden opportunity, how could I bring myself to interfere?
Chongyun:
That... almost makes sense. In any case, I know better than to argue with you.
Lan Junming:
A pure-yang spirit... Young man, are you perhaps the heir to the Tianheng Sect?
Chongyun:
The Tianheng Sect? Where did that come from?
Lan Junming:
What? The exorcists of Mt. Tianheng placed such an importance on their lineage, yet in the end, they founded neither clan nor school?
Xingqiu:
Perhaps that tale came from a storyteller? Liyue has no Tianheng Sect. If we are speaking of real martial schools, then my Guhua Clan would naturally come foremost.
Lan Junming:
The Guhua Clan? Young man, you look less like a thaumaturge than a swordsman. Might this Guhua Clan teach swordsmanship?
Xingqiu:
Indeed. It is where I learned my Raincutter technique.
Lan Junming:
If Liyue truly has a great school that teaches swordsmanship, why is it not the "Yunlai Sect"? And who, pray tell, is this Guhua fellow?
Lan Junming:
In Liyue, things ought not be this way...
Gaming:
Uh, no offense, but what's this guy's deal?
Paimon:
Yeah, about that... Long story...
Hu Tao:
Whoa, whoa, whoa. One sec. Time out! Who is controlling this puppet?
Paimon:
Wait!
Traveler:
This is a misunderstanding!
After you and Lan Yan patiently explain the situation, everyone finally learns the whole story.
Lan Yan:
Please, Grandmaster. Next time, maybe let me introduce you before you start talking.
Lan Junming:
Youngsters these days really are... *cough, cough*...
Xingqiu:
Are you Wind Reader? One of the Eight Adepts?
Chongyun:
I've often heard elders speak of Wind Reader's deeds, but I never imagined I'd meet him in person. They say my ancestors learned the mystical arts from him...
Gaming:
Yeah, you know, like the kind of guy your dad brings up when he wants to lecture you for slacking off.
Hu Tao:
My apologies, Master Lan. I was too hasty just now. Please, forgive me.
Lan Junming:
No harm done. Speaking of which, your skills are something else, young lady. Somehow, they remind me of an old friend... That Red Runt, perhaps?
Hu Tao:
Red Runt... Master, do you mean Old Man Wuwang? Surely he'd be angry if you called him that?
Lan Junming:
Naturally. So, he repaid the favor by giving me the moniker "Mad Lan," haha...
Lan Junming:
Still, the Red Runt isn't the only old friend I see in you.
Paimon:
Uh, let's not get too caught up in that right now! After all, his memory's still pretty patchy.
Lan Yan:
Are you all heading to Wangshu Inn too? Why don't we all travel together? That way, we can deal with the monsters as a group.
Gaming:
For sure. But speaking of the monsters...
Lan Junming:
The malign spirits possessing those monsters were born from the remnants of dead gods. If we are to exorcise them, I fear I may have to resort to one of my ultimate arts...
Paimon:
Whoa! Are we gonna see the power of the Lan Clan founder in action?
Lan Junming:
Alas, what remains of this soul can scarcely remember my powerful arts of old, let alone use them. I fear I must disappoint you youngsters...
Paimon:
Then what was the point of saying all that!?
Hu Tao:
Please don't trouble yourself, Master Lan. The rest of us are more than capable of dealing with these evil spirits.
Lan Junming:
Is that so?
Xingqiu:
If all we needed was to get through, Chongyun and Director Hu could have cleared a path long ago, and we'd be well on our way.
Xingqiu:
The trouble is that Gaming's cargo is both precious and fragile. One careless knock from a monster, and six months of his hard work will be squandered. Hence, his concern.
Gaming:
Comes with the job, really. But dragging all of you into stressville with me? Yeah, I feel pretty bad about that.
Hu Tao:
No worries! Helping a friend is its own reward, isn't it?
Lan Yan:
Then count me in too. I need to accompany my Grandmaster to Wangshu Inn, so we'll need to pass through too.
Paimon:
And don't forget us!
Gaming:
Then it looks like I'll have to book us a table at Xinyue Kiosk sometime and treat you all to a feast. It's the least I can do!
Lan Yan:
So, what exactly is the difficulty?
Chongyun:
The possessed monsters themselves are not difficult to defeat. The problem is that once they fall, the evil spirits immediately move on to another monster nearby. It's quite... troublesome.
Hu Tao:
Then we'll have to sweep the area clean in one go. Trouble is, we don't have enough people to do it quickly, and it'll take far too long.
Lan Yan:
Hehe, I may have an idea.
Hu Tao:
Oh? Let's hear it, Lan Yan.
Lan Yan:
It isn't something I can manage on my own, though.
Hu Tao:
No problem. We'll do it together!
Lan Yan explains her strategy in detail, and the group immediately puts it into action.
Gaming:
Hehe, that takes care of that! Thanks for the help, everyone. Once I've finished sorting out the cargo, we'll be ready to set off.
Lan Junming:
You have quite a way with those rattan figures. Who taught you the art?
Lan Yan:
I taught myself, actually. The technique is a little like flying a kite, and I've loved doing that ever since I was a child. Perhaps that's why it came so naturally to me.
Lan Junming:
So you simply followed what interested you? Haha, you may be more like me than I realized.
Lan Junming:
I never had a master, either. Whatever caught my interest, I studied. A little from here, a little from there. Back then, learning a few amusing tricks was satisfaction enough.
Lan Junming:
It was only later that I realized those scattered lessons had woven themselves together into a style all my own.
Lan Junming:
Haha... Perhaps the same will happen to you, Lan Yan. One day, you may wake up to find that you've become the founder of a clan yourself.
Lan Yan:
The founder of a clan...? Hehe, I never plan that far ahead. I usually follow my instincts and do what feels right. Leading an entire clan would be far more than I could handle.
Lan Junming:
Haha, a fair point! This old man knows exactly what you mean. Yes, indeed... Though now that I think about it... How did I end up becoming a founding Grandmaster in the first place?
Lan Junming:
How strange. Seeing you young ones always stirs memories of the past... Yet whenever I try to grasp them, I find that so much has already slipped away. Dwelling on it only leaves me troubled.
Gaming:
Traveler, Lan Yan, we're ready to go!
Lan Yan:
Grandmaster, would you like to look around a little longer?
Lan Junming:
The moon will rise soon. We mustn't tarry... Let us be on our way.
Lan Yan:
Leave the evil spirits that escaped to me.
Lan Yan:
I can send the rattan figures into the air and sweep them all away at once.
Paimon:
Huh, they can do that too?
Lan Yan:
Rattan figures can do all sorts of things.
Possessed Monsters:
Raargh!
Gaming:
Everyone, watch out!
Paimon:
Wait, that's Xiao! And... the fisherman?
Xiao:
Traveler? You came from that direction? The road to Stone Gate is overrun with monsters possessed by evil spirits. It is not safe.
Xiao:
We have cleared the area around Wangshu Inn. The Millelith and the thaumaturges accompanying them are preparing to advance toward Stone Gate.
Lan Yan:
There's no need to worry. We dealt with the monsters along the way.
Millelith Unit Leader:
You did? Then you saved us a great deal of trouble!
Lan Junming:
...
Lan Junming:
Fish Creel? And Fairy Xiao?
Jiangxue:
Could you... be the one my ancestor called "Mad Lan"?
Xiao:
Hm... A lingering fragment of the Wind Reader?
Paimon:
Well, Paimon was still trying to figure out how to introduce everyone... But looks like we can skip that part.
Xiao:
What happened here?
Lan Yan:
Let's give everyone a moment to rest. I'll explain everything.
Xiao:
Very well.
You and Lan Yan tell Xiao how the situation has unfolded.
Xiao:
Hmm... I see.
Jiangxue:
To use a Soul-Binding technique on himself... That certainly sounds like "Mad Lan."
Lan Yan:
Forgive my boldness, but... were you well acquainted with our Grandmaster?
Jiangxue:
...More or less.
Lan Junming:
These old eyes know skill when they see it. You must be Fish Creel's successor. He was always quick to tell others exactly what he found objectionable about me.
Lan Yan:
Fish Creel?
Lan Junming:
He had another title, one better known to the world. The "Yunlai Angler," if memory serves.
Paimon:
What!? You mean this fisherman is the Yunlai Angler's successor!?
Xiao:
He rarely associates with others. Naturally, few know his identity.
Jiangxue:
...And I would prefer to keep it that way.
Lan Junming:
I see. To Fish Creel, a tranquil mind was the foundation of all martial arts. Let too many people gather nearby, and there goes the day's catch.
Xiao:
Traveler. Regarding your plan to search for clues at the Moon-Viewing Gathering and fulfill his wish...
Xiao:
As far as I know, there is still one table available. Speak with Huai'an at once. You may still make it in time.
Paimon:
Great! Xiao came through for us again, right when we needed him most!
Traveler:
Another favor I'll owe you.
Xiao:
A favor? It is a trivial matter. Think nothing of it.
Lan Yan:
Even so, please accept my thanks on our Grandmaster's behalf.
Paimon:
Lan Yan, let's invite everyone! After fighting monsters all day, it's finally time for a proper feast!
Traveler:
And you're coming too, Xiao. No excuses.
Xiao:
...Very well.
Jiangxue:
Count me out. My ancestor's instructions were clear: Stay well away from anyone like Mad Lan. And now that the man himself stands before me, I'd be wise to heed that advice.
Lan Junming:
Fish Creel went so far as to make avoiding me a family rule?
Jiangxue:
He often said that spending too much time in your company would disturb the peace of mind a fisherman needs.
Xiangling:
Hot food, coming through! ...Oh! It's you guys!
Paimon:
Xiangling? What are you doing here?
Xiangling:
Wangshu Inn is always packed during the Moon-Viewing Gathering. Smiley Yanxiao can't handle the rush on his own, so he calls in a few extra chefs to help out.
Xiangling:
Shenhe is, so there's nothing to worry about! I told her that, other than the usual stuff, all she has to do is keep an eye out for dine-and-dashers.
Paimon:
Oh, yeah, she can definitely handle that.
Traveler:
Come and join us, Xiangling.
Paimon:
Yeah! It wouldn't feel right to let a friend do all the cooking while we sit here and eat. Even Paimon would feel bad about that!
Xiangling:
Sure! Just let me finish setting everything out first.
Xiangling:
Smiley Yanxiao made this Almond Tofu especially for the adepti. He had to deliver a meal to an old acquaintance, so he won't be joining us just yet.
Guoba:
?
Lan Junming:
Hehehe. And where did this plump little fellow come from?
Guoba:
!
Lan Yan:
Grandmaster, this is Guoba. He's Miss Xiangling's companion.
Xiangling:
May I ask who this is?
Paimon:
Ah... that might take a while to explain.
Hu Tao:
Then let's make it a dinner story, shall we? Come, come, everyone, butts in seats. It's time we got this Moon-Viewing Gathering started!
Xiangling:
Wait, are you really the Wind Reader!?
Lan Junming:
Merely a title, bestowed after my passing. These dishes of yours are far more worthy of such astonishment. "The finest flavors in the mortal realm"... Yes, that would describe them well.
Xiangling:
Hehe... I think that might be giving my cooking a little too much credit...
Guoba:
♪~♪~
Gaming:
Sir, would you tell us your story? I first heard about The Sanctification of Tao Dou from a storyteller when I was looking for work in Liyue Harbor.
Gaming:
But one thing's always stuck with me... How did the eight of you come together in the first place?
Lan Junming:
Much the same way all of you did today.
Paimon:
Wait, you all met the same way we did?
Lan Yan:
I think I understand. The Eight Adepts began with a chance meeting at a roadside tea stop, just as all of us met today?
Lan Junming:
Precisely. There was no summons from Rex Lapis, nor any noble banner for us to rally beneath.
Lan Junming:
Chance brought us to the same tea stop. There, we came to know one another's talents. Then, quite suddenly, one among us wondered whether we might put those talents to use and do some good for these lands...
Lan Junming:
To think that such a simple meeting would leave behind so many grand tales and titles.
Gaming:
So the Eight Adepts first came together over tea too? Haha, I knew it! Tea isn't just about having something to eat and drink.
Hu Tao:
Today echoes the days of old... Perhaps it's time we formed a "New Eight" of our own, hmm?
Gaming:
Now you're talking! What did you have in mind?
Hu Tao:
Ahem! Yours truly, Lan Yan, and Chongyun are among Liyue's finest thaumaturges. Together, we'll be the "Three Heroes of Chenli"... the modern answer to the "Three Hermits of Guizang"!
Lan Yan:
"Liyue's finest" might be going a little too far. And once word of a name like that gets around, we'll be flooded with requests...
Hu Tao:
Then we have Gaming, Xingqiu, and Xiangling, all first-rate martial artists! There we go: the "Three Heroes of Wangshu," to rival the "Three Beasts of Tao Dou."
Xiangling:
Wait, me too? But cooking's more my specialty...
Xingqiu:
I'm afraid the comparison rather falls apart there. The Three Beasts of Tao Dou were all adepti, after all.
Xingqiu:
Why not pair Chongyun and me together instead? We could be the "Two Heroes of Xingyun," in answer to the "Two Sages of Lianshan." What do you think?
Chongyun:
...Are we genuinely trying to make this work?
Hu Tao:
Hmm... No, that doesn't quite fit either. You and Chongyun don't actually practice any secret arts together. And we're still a few adepti short...
Hu Tao:
Paimon can be one! She's certainly no ordinary person, and she can fly. That naturally puts her in the adepti group!
Traveler:
What about me? Which group do I belong to?
Paimon:
Wait, wait! Paimon has to be in the same group as Traveler, no matter what! We can be called... um... well, uh... Paimon's drawing a blank right now.
Hu Tao:
Now that pairing throws the whole arrangement off even more.
Lan Junming:
Indeed... The past echoes still in the present, but the two are not the same. Liyue has a charm all its own in this age, but it is no longer a place this old man belongs.
Lan Junming:
My apologies. I hope I haven't dampened everyone's spirits.
Hu Tao:
Not at all! It's a rare pleasure to share a drink beneath the moon with a senior like you. Besides, the moon has only just risen. There's still plenty of time for us to sit and talk.
Lan Junming:
I would gladly let this moonlit gathering linger a while longer. But some things in this world cannot be held on to by force. It is time I fulfilled my final wish... and took my leave with peace of mind.
Hu Tao:
...Works for me too. Let's put our heads together and help you remember!
Lan Yan:
Grandmaster... Have you remembered something? Is this Moon-Viewing Gathering what you were searching for?
Lan Junming:
Our talk of the Eight Adepts just now seems to have stirred something in this old fossil's head.
Lan Junming:
The "Moonchase" I have been searching for is indeed connected to this gathering. But the precise nature of that connection... still eludes me.
Xiao:
I remember most of the Moon-Viewing Gatherings held here. For centuries, their customs have remained unchanged — climbing to a high place, admiring the moon, drinking wine, and composing poetry.
Xiao:
Could your lost memory be tied to those gatherings?
Paimon:
Well, we've climbed up here, admired the moon, and had some wine... So that just leaves the poetry!
Lan Junming:
Poetry...
Hu Tao:
Poetry? Now that reminds me of a story.
Paimon:
Paimon knew it...
Hu Tao:
When I was little, my father used to tell me stories about our ancestors. And as it happens, one of them was all about poetry.
Hu Tao:
Back then, Old Man Wuwang and the Wind Reader were two of Liyue's foremost thaumaturges — the former a master of Qihuang Sigils, and the latter excelling in the Qimen Arts.
Hu Tao:
They were always borrowing tricks from each other and putting their skills to the test. Most of the time, neither could gain the upper hand. But there was one contest in which Old Man Wuwang emerged the undisputed victor...
Hu Tao:
A poetry contest!
Traveler:
Really?
Hu Tao:
Come to think of it, perhaps I inherited my gift for poetry from Old Man Wuwang. Hehe, with talent like this running in the family, it's no wonder he bested his old rival in a battle of verse.
Lan Junming:
And what poem did that Red Runt compose to make me concede defeat?
Hu Tao:
Let me think... Ooh, I've got it!
Hu Tao:
The story takes place after The Sanctification of Tao Dou, at the Eight Adepts' first reunion in many years. After everyone had shared a few rounds of wine, you and my ancestor decided it was time for another contest of cogent composition.
Hu Tao:
He barely paused to think before reciting...
Hu Tao:
Through autumn skies, the windborne silverwing chases the moon. From spring's last bough, the duskwing beyond delusion flies too soon. Cloudward steps keep deathless shade and mortal hearts apart. The goblet drains, the dreamer wakes, too late to heed the heart.
Lan Junming:
...
Xingqiu:
Now that is a fine poem.
Traveler:
Brilliant indeed! And certainly befitting of Hu Tao's ancestor.
Lan Yan:
The windborne silverwing...
Hu Tao:
According to the story, the Wind Reader fell silent after hearing my ancestor's poem. With no verse to offer in reply, he lost the contest... just as he has now.
Lan Yan:
Grandmaster, you...
Lan Junming:
To think I had forgotten... How could I have forgotten all of this...? Lan Yan, do the people of Liyue still "see off the autumn swallow"?
Lan Yan:
See it off...? I know Chenyu Vale once had a tradition of welcoming the swallows in spring, but I've never heard of a similar event in autumn.
Lan Junming:
No... I suppose you wouldn't have. It must have been a Moonchase Festival custom known only to her and me. "Through autumn skies, the windborne silverwing chases the moon"...
Wuwang Kid:
...The goblet drains, the dreamer wakes, too late to heed the heart.
Lan Junming:
Mmm...
Wuwang Kid:
You've wandered at her side for so long, and you still haven't realized? Forget Mad Lan... From now on, you're Fool Lan!
Lan Junming:
Quiet, you Red Runt!
Silverwing:
What troubles you? Rarely do I see you wearing such a solemn expression. Such gatherings are precious. You ought to enjoy yourself.
Lan Junming:
...Must you truly go?
Silverwing:
The war between Rex Lapis and the other gods is not yet over. Every adeptus under his command must play their part. I cannot stand apart from them.
Silverwing:
Traveling with you these past few days has shown me just how much suffering the war has left in its wake. The remnants of fallen gods have become entangled with lingering resentment, giving rise to evil spirits wherever the other adepti cannot reach.
Silverwing:
Thaumaturges with gifts like yours are exceedingly rare. Most mortals are powerless against such creatures. Knowing that, I cannot simply abandon them to their fate.
Lan Junming:
You adepti of Liyue are a peculiar lot. You soar through the heavens, yet you always come fluttering back down to tend to every little trouble flaring up from the ground.
Silverwing:
Well, I am a swallow. No matter how high I fly, I will always return with mud and grass in my beak, ready to weave them into something new.
Lan Junming:
*sigh*
Silverwing:
And what of you, Junming? Have you never wished to create something of your own?
Lan Junming:
And for what? Some grand cause in the name of home and country? I am but an ordinary man with a fondness for mountains and rivers. Wandering the land and taking in its beauty is all I ask.
Silverwing:
I see it differently. Long ago, before Liyue was ever called a nation, there were only people who loved these mountains and rivers and wished to make their lives here.
Silverwing:
As more people came to share that love, their devotion to the land became what we now call duty to home and country.
Lan Junming:
...I have never been able to talk you out of anything. If you are determined to go, perhaps I can ease your burden.
Silverwing:
What would you have me learn?
Lan Junming:
Lately, I have... borrowed, let's say, a few principles from the Red Runt's Qihuang Arts. When combined with my Qimen techniques, they create a powerful ward against evil.
Lan Junming:
The ward can also be inscribed directly onto a sigil.
Silverwing:
And I take it the true ingenuity lies in how you intend to use these sigils?
Lan Junming:
A swallow's greatest gift is flight. Even crossing the whole of Liyue would pose little hardship for you.
Lan Junming:
If we each carried one of these sigils, I could draw upon your adeptal power as you travel and extend the ward throughout the realm.
Lan Junming:
It would not end the threat forever, however. The war has raged for too long, and this land has bred more evil than any single art could ever eradicate.
Lan Junming:
Once each year, we will need to join forces and renew the sigils' power. Only then can we keep those evils suppressed and lend our strength to the adepti protecting Liyue.
Silverwing:
A marvelous idea... And clearly not one devised on the spur of the moment. For all your claims of caring only for the scenery, it seems you have a heart for the people after all.
Lan Junming:
Or perhaps it is all merely an elaborate scheme to ensure that I see you once every year.
Silverwing:
Junming...
Lan Junming:
Well... if those mountains and rivers are the ones reflected in your eyes, I suppose there is no harm in cherishing them a little more.
Lan Junming:
...And so, we made a promise. Each year, when the Moonchase Festival came, we would meet again. I would renew the art inscribed upon her sigils, then watch as she departed in the moon's wake.
Lan Junming:
That was how seeing off the autumn swallow became our own Moonchase Festival custom... hers and mine alone. To this old man, that was what "Moonchase" truly meant.
Traveler:
But even now...
Xiao:
The swallows return each year. Old friends are not always so fortunate. That is how things are.
Lan Junming:
I must have placed a seal upon the Soul-Binding technique to prevent this remnant of me from fading. That way, I could return each year, keep our promise, and renew the art.
Lan Junming:
But I only awakened a few days ago. How many years have passed while I failed to appear? *cough*...
Xiao:
The technique was never meant to endure forever. Release the seal now, or what remains of your soul will eventually be worn away.
Lan Yan:
Grandmaster, you can leave the evil spirits to us now. Liyue is more than capable of dealing with them. You and Silverwing have done enough.
Lan Junming:
I know... Unfortunately, the seal is bound directly to the Soul-Binding technique. It can only be released once the technique has been performed one final time.
Lan Junming:
I truly did everything I could back then to ensure I would keep that promise... But it was an art that Silverwing and I performed together. If I cannot see her again...
Lan Junming:
Well... So many years have passed. She vanished long ago, without leaving so much as a trace.
Hu Tao:
Don't worry. We'll help you find Silverwing, so the two of you can meet again. We just need to work out where she might be.
Hu Tao:
Though now that I think about it... Between us, we've met quite a few adepti, but I can't recall ever hearing of anyone who has seen her.
Paimon:
Xiao...?
Xiao:
There were many adepti during the Archon War who... As for Silverwing, I do not know where she is. Without more information, I cannot draw any conclusions.
Xiao:
You made a promise to meet again. Did you arrange to contact each other somehow?
Lan Junming:
...Ah. I remember now. We chose a pavilion east of Teatree Slope as our meeting place. By my reckoning, we are due to meet two days from now.
Lan Yan:
Then please allow me to see this through with you, Grandmaster.
Paimon:
And we'll pitch in too!
Lan Junming:
You have this old man's gratitude... It seems he has always been a fool at heart.
Lan Junming:
"Through autumn skies, the windborne silverwing chases the moon"... It seems this old man has always been a fool at heart.
Hu Tao:
Speaking of old acquaintances, Conqueror of Demons, how did you come to know the Wind Reader?
Xiao:
The Eight Adepts once invited me to join them. I declined.
Hu Tao:
Why?
Xiao:
Before I could even answer, the Wind Reader had already begun calling me "Fairy Xiao." That alone was enough to dissuade me.
Lan Yan:
So the elders were right about you, Grandmaster. Neither ghosts nor adepti could frighten you... or command your reverence.
Hu Tao:
Well then, Conqueror of Demons... Care to join my "New Eight"? An adeptus is just what we need to complete the group.
Xiao:
...I must decline. Even now, I am more accustomed to walking my own path.
Millelith Unit Leader:
I sent a patrol to scout the road ahead. They've confirmed that all the evil spirits have been dealt with. Thanks to all of you, everyone can get an early night. You have our sincere gratitude!
Millelith Unit Leader:
I'll still need a full account of what happened, though. I must submit a battle report to the Ministry of Civil Affairs so they can determine our next course of action.
Xingqiu:
Of course. And for the record, Chongyun deserves a considerable share of the credit.
Chongyun:
That's rather more praise than necessary...
Xingqiu:
Naturally, the report mustn't omit the assistance rendered by Xingqiu of the Feiyun Commerce Guild, either. And might I trouble you for a copy?
Xingqiu:
Once my brother sees it, perhaps he'll forgive me for neglecting today's lessons.
Chongyun:
Is that why you came to help me? So you could avoid studying?
Xingqiu:
Quite the contrary. I avoided studying so that I could come and help you.
Smiley Yanxiao:
Hmm... There must be a few good ones in here somewhere.
Xiangling:
Good ones? We're done with the Moon-Viewing Gathering. Let's finish packing and get back to Yilong Wharf. We've kept Shenhe waiting long enough.
Smiley Yanxiao:
Not until I've picked out a few family recipes impressive enough for the occasion. That chef from Fontaine is the real deal. I'm not about to be outdone.
Xiangling:
You really have turned the "World Food Fair" into "Masterful Chefs" in your own head, haven't you?
Gaming:
Sir, how about taking me on as your disciple?
Jiangxue:
And what exactly would you have me teach you?
Gaming:
Your swordsmanship, of course! I've heard the Yunlai Swordsmanship has been passed down through your family for generations, and that countless renowned swordsmen have studied it!
Gaming:
Besides, it never hurts to have another skill under your belt. Escort work keeps me on the road, so the more martial arts I know, the better prepared I'll be.
Jiangxue:
...I'll pass.
Gaming:
I know a few dim sum meals wouldn't be enough to earn a place as your disciple. But I've been saving up!
Jiangxue:
I'm not interested in your money. There would be no point in teaching you.
Gaming:
Why not, sir?
Jiangxue:
Because what my ancestors and I practiced was never swordsmanship. Casting a rod and working a line are, at their core, simply fishing.
Jiangxue:
Repeat those movements tens of thousands of times, however, and they become a skill few can rival. Martial artists later adapted those techniques and gave them a name... that which you call Yunlai Swordsmanship.
Jiangxue:
Your footwork is steady. Wushou dancing, I take it? You would gain far more by refining what you already know than by forcing yourself to learn my fishing techniques.
Jiangxue:
Keep at it, and perhaps one day people will speak of the "Liyue Shadowless Kick."
Gaming:
Shadowless Kick... Hey, that sounds incredible! Man Chai and I could turn it into the Double Shadowless Kick! Hehe, please, have some tea, sir! Thanks for opening my eyes!