A Little Immortal Anecdote, or Immortal Tidbits for Short

Over on Ying's side, Zhongli led them a long way.

Sure enough, Xiao was nearby.

The players all expressed their understanding.

This year, he had lost another old friend, Mu Yang.

Xiao really needed to keep a close eye on things.

No one else could be allowed to come to harm...

Zhongli's purpose had indeed been simple.

He had merely used Hu Tao's kite as an excuse to get Xiao out and about more.

After all, the Lantern Rite was precisely when demons and evil spirits tended to run rampant.

He could not let Mu Yang's death give Demonic Beasts an opening to corrupt his mind.

That would be troublesome.

After bidding farewell to Zhongli and Xiao,

the view returned to the tea stall.

With no outsiders around, Ye De and Gaming awkwardly looked at each other in silence for a long while.

Neither of them knew how to begin.

After all, Gaming had been away from home for years. Reconciliation was not something that could happen overnight.

"Dad." / "Gaming."

They had finally worked up the nerve to speak.

Only to run into an even more awkward situation.

"...You go first."

Ye De sighed. "I don't have anything to say."

As if he had expected this all along, Gaming firmly told Ye De,

"Then I'll say it... I still want to stay in Liyue Harbor."

"Oh, I don't support—"

Before Ye De could finish, Gaming was about to get up and leave.

This man had not changed at all.

So Ying and the others had not needed to worry about this at all.

His father would never compromise so easily.

Seeing Gaming rise, Ye De hurriedly stopped him.

"You brat, why won't you let people finish what they're saying?"

Just then, the comedian Cloud Retainer arrived with her