Sonnet had always been lively by nature, and she was the most playful of the Three Moon Sisters.
Back on the Sky Screen, the Traveler, Paimon, and Lan Yan arrived with someone in tow.
"Hello, Zhongli and White... Zibai!"
Paimon nearly blew Zibai's cover. In truth, she was overthinking it. Zibai was not Zhongli; she had never deliberately concealed her identity.
Lan Yan already knew.
"The White Horse Immortal? If you want to ask about the Moonchase Festival, she certainly is someone you can count on."
"Huh?"
"Why, isn't this Paimon and the Traveler, along with little Lan Yan?"
"Lan Yan, you knew?"
"Not long ago, I made a new kite. While playing with it, I wandered up to a mountaintop and happened to see Miss Zibai passing by in a two-wheeled carriage.
I was curious about why her carriage could fly, and she told me outright, 'I am the White Horse Immortal. This is my lofty carriage. Aboard it, I can roam through the skies.'"
"That certainly sounds like something Zibai would do."
"Why should this be kept under wraps? I am the White Horse Immortal, and he is..."
"Hmm...?"
Zhongli paused for an instant as he sipped his tea.
"He is that consultant from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. Quite learned, yet he has to make do mingling among the common folk. Surely he needs no introduction?"
At this point, Guizhong burst out laughing.
"Hehe, how amusing. Were you really trying to expose Morax?"
"Nothing of the sort. I was merely teasing this lump of stone. Even if I had said it back then, few would have believed me.
The staged death Morax arranged for himself had already taken deep root in everyone's minds.
Even though the Liyue Qixing knew Rex Lapis was not dead, they had no idea