Half an hour later.
Outside Wanmin Restaurant, Keqing stood with a young man wearing glasses.
"Miss Keqing, you said someone could help me. Is that really true?"
Kun Jun asked.
Keqing nodded. "Yes. Please wait a little longer. She should be here soon."
Sure enough, the moment Keqing finished speaking, two figures appeared on the distant street.
"Sorry for the wait, Keqing!"
Ellin waved to Keqing.
"It's fine. I only just arrived myself."
Keqing smiled, then looked at Zhongli in surprise. "Is this... Mr. Zhongli from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor?"
"Yes!" Ellin nodded slightly. "Mr. Zhongli is very knowledgeable. He'll be a great help with this incident."
After Ellin finished speaking, Zhongli greeted Keqing, then turned his gaze to Kun Jun.
In the original story, Zhongli had initially been unaware that Azhdaha was possessing Kun Jun.
Now, however, thanks to Ellin's reminder, Zhongli knew Kun Jun's identity from the very beginning.
For that very reason, as Zhongli deliberately extended his senses, he detected a faint trace of an old friend's presence within Kun Jun.
That presence stirred something in Zhongli's heart, and his gaze grew complicated as he looked at Kun Jun.
"Mr. Zhongli, Miss Ellin, hello. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"My name is Kun Jun. To be honest, my mind is terribly muddled. Apart from my own name, I can't remember anything."
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do, or why I came to Liyue Harbor."
"I only have a vague feeling that I must come here to find something. But I don't even know what I'm looking for."
"Miss Keqing told me you could help me. Is that true?"
The Kun Jun standing before them was the remnant of Azhdaha's benevolent side.
His words were deeply human. Even without his memories, his voice remained gentle,