The countryside at night was unusually serene. The chirping of insects under the moonlight was like a splash of color on a delicate painting, blending seamlessly with the scene without feeling intrusive.
Gu Sanqiu and Zhongli sat on a large stone, each holding an oversized burger and leisurely taking bites. The buns, toasted over the campfire, had a distinct aroma, showcasing the quality of the ingredients. Each bite brought the freshness of crisp vegetables and the juiciness of the patty, making it a decent meal for a night out in the wild.
"Brother Zhongli, I heard from Hu Tao that you have an interest in things with a bit of history. Are you particularly fascinated by antiques?" Gu Sanqiu asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
Zhongli finished one burger and reached for a second from the plate beside him. "I have read extensively. My interests aren't limited to just ancient artifacts. Novelty, like this weapon of yours, also captures my curiosity."
He paused, taking a thoughtful bite. "I suppose the reason I lean toward purchasing aged items is due to my familiarity with ancient texts. Nowadays, people chase after what is represented by fame and Mora—'the present.' I find a sense of commonality only in those aged objects."
Gu Sanqiu, understanding Zhongli's reasoning, remained silent for a moment before offering a gentle smile.
"That's understandable. My lineage, too, has been passed down through generations. I've read my fair share of ancient records, but whenever I have time, I still manage to gather with friends for a meal or a chat."
"If you're not opposed, Brother Zhongli, you're always welcome to visit my home. We could share meals, and I could introduce you to some younger friends."
"In this era, finding commonality, even through something as simple as food, is a part of life. But it's also possible to meet new people who share our interests and discover new things to be passionate about."
"Maybe most who seek you out do so for work-related matters, which might deepen your attachment to the past. But work is only a part of life."
Gu Sanqiu began to count off on his fingers. "As long as they don't drag me into work matters, there's Keqing, that workaholic; Hu Tao, of course; Chongyun and Xingqiu, those two brothers; my older sister, and Beidou..."
Though we should probably exclude Qiqi—the two of them might end up sitting in silence, staring at each other for an entire afternoon.
"Don't give up one part of your life, but don't mistake a part for the whole," Gu Sanqiu said, pouring Zhongli a cup of Qingxin tea. "Apologies, I didn't mean to ramble on like this. Please, forgive my long-windedness."
Zhongli accepted the tea with a nod. "No need to apologize. You make a good point. Although, Hu Tao did say you tend to be as nagging as an elder sister. Is this the reason why?"
"..."
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That little brat!
"This isn't nagging—it's called caring! Caring!" Gu Sanqiu insisted. "It's just sharing a bit of wisdom from my own experiences. For people like us who are on the path of cultivation, insights are precious! We wouldn't share them with just anyone."
"Yet, according to the younger generation's perspective, speaking in such a manner is indeed a sign of being... naggy," Zhongli replied without missing a beat.
Sharp as ever, aren't you, Geo Lord!
Gu Sanqiu's expression remained neutral. If he weren't certain he couldn't beat Zhongli—let alone break through his shield—he'd have suggested a friendly spar right there and then.
One day, when I get in touch with that slacker, I'll drag him to Liyue and make him your companion. Then we'll burn through your budget together!
Wait.
Gu Sanqiu's face froze. Would Zhongli come knocking on his door when the funds ran out?
"The night is growing late. Let's take turns keeping watch. You take the first half, and I'll handle the second half when fatigue is more likely to set in," Zhongli suggested, his tone indicating gratitude in his own stoic way.
"Much appreciated, Brother Zhongli."
Inside the tent, Gu Sanqiu lay back with his hands behind his head. "The wear of time, huh..."
Zhongli had lived far too long, and the number of people and things worth remembering was beyond count. Though he rarely spoke of such matters, Gu Sanqiu could feel that Zhongli was a man of deep emotions, often drawn back into memories of the past.
But what is it that pulls me back?
...
"We're here."
With Zhongli's simple announcement, Gu Sanqiu let out a sigh of relief.
Finally, they were out of Jueyun Karst. Along the way, Gu Sanqiu had exerted all his energy to fend off any threats to prevent Zhongli from using the large-scale weapon he carried.
As for Hulao Mountain...
So what if Geo Lord fired a few shots here? What's the big deal?
Come at me, Azhdaha! Let's see if you can break free and get me!
Cough, cough, better not tempt fate. Setting up flags like this was just asking for trouble.
If something went wrong with Azhdaha's seal, or if he suddenly went berserk, then Gu Sanqiu's flag-raising would end up as the epitaph on his tombstone—courtesy of Hu Tao.
Cause of death: Being stupid.
"Brother Zhongli, what's the plan from here?" Gu Sanqiu asked, genuinely curious. With him around, Zhongli wasn't likely to just summon an entire ridge, so what was next?
It wasn't like they'd just walk straight into the weekly boss's lair, right?
"We head to the top of the Dragonfall Tree," Zhongli stated. "That's what the Lord of Geo's dream instructed."
Gu Sanqiu shrugged.
Sure, you dreamed it. Whatever you say, it's your dream.
With a few effortless jumps, Zhongli slung the sniper rifle over his back and ascended the tree. Gu Sanqiu remained rooted to the ground like a wooden statue until a breeze gently lifted him to Zhongli's side.
"According to the records, you are likely the most talented in your lineage of the Fragrant Ones," Zhongli observed, glancing at Gu Sanqiu. "You can activate power usually triggered by talismans simply by focusing your mind. Impressive."
"You're too kind, Brother Zhongli."
So Wangsheng Funeral Parlor had records of past Fragrant Ones. It seemed wise to stay honest around the Geo Lord for now.
Gu Sanqiu offered a slight bow. "So, what now? Are we supposed to destroy this tree?"
"..."
"Why do you have such a dangerous thought? If the goal was destruction, wouldn't it be more efficient to attack the roots directly?"
"Good point."
Zhongli extended his right hand, revealing a swirling blue-green mist with faintly outlined scales, giving it a dragon-like appearance.
"It's mainly about this."
Gu Sanqiu leaned in closer, intrigued by the sight. The mist had intricate blue patterns like dragon scales, continuously shifting and flowing, making it look almost like an art piece instead of ethereal smoke.
"With the secret method granted by the Lord of Geo, I extracted this essence from the Dragonfall Tile—a concentrated extract of everything 'dragon' contained within that tile."
Zhongli explained, "At noon, I will use this essence, channeling it through the sunlight atop the Dragonfall Tree. That is our objective."
"So... it's just another way of watering a tree?" Gu Sanqiu said, raising an eyebrow. "Why all the secrecy, only telling me now?"
"Too many ears in Liyue Harbor. Keeping this discreet was necessary," Zhongli replied. "When I begin the ritual at noon, this essence will flare up under the sun's rays, attracting spirit beasts and monsters alike."
"Due to the unique nature of Hulao Mountain, the number of creatures might be limited, but I won't be able to manage them while performing the ritual."
"That's where I'll need your help, Brother Gu, to stand guard."
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