Rite of Descension, My Funeral, but I'm Number One on the Rankings, and I Still Want to Send an SC!

Sitrali arrived in Chenyu Vale.

She was just about to ask around about where Mu Yang had fallen.

When she heard Navia and Clorinde discussing the Rite of Descension.

After listening closely, Obsidian Grandma went numb.

Was she supposed to deliver it to Mu Yang's grave?

Or place it on the altar for the Rite of Descension?

On the second floor of Nine Strategies Teahouse.

Though it was far from the docks, Mu Yang could see the distance clearly.

Sitrali seemed somewhat troubled.

"System, report!"

System: "Hehe, what can I do for you?"

A tablet popped up, displaying an enormous smiling face.

It was putting on the sort of smiling act that was hard to hit, so it clearly knew it had messed up.

Mu Yang was speechless. "You really know how to slack off. I told you to send someone a dream, and you managed to botch it this badly?"

The system argued, "Controlling the Great Spirit isn't that easy! Besides, you're the one withholding Popularity Points."

Mu Yang: "Hmm?"

The system panel vanished.

Then, a strange phenomenon descended upon Yilong Port's docks.

The three-hundred-year-old pink-haired girl stared blankly ahead.

She seemed to be receiving a divine revelation.

A diamond-shaped Ice Crystal flew from her hand.

Using frost and stardust, it sketched the image of an elegant man in the air.

Sitrali came back to her senses and first checked herself over.

My sleeping posture wasn't too outrageous, was it?

Why did the Great Spirit's instruction come out of nowhere?!

Ignoring the gazes around her, Sitrali began studying the portrait.

Someone she did not know.

He looked noble, with an extraordinary bearing and striking brows...

He was probably an acquaintance of Mu Yang's.

An acquaintance of a Liyue immortal was probably an immortal too?

She looked around. No one