Things on Earth were proceeding in an orderly fashion, but Lin Ze kept thinking about Asgard. With Paimon in tow, he went to have a chat with the others.
Arriving on a street that could now rightfully be called Teyvat Street, Lin Ze looked up to find familiar faces everywhere. Rather than grab someone at random to ask, he took a clever shortcut: he cleared his throat and immediately performed the great Conqueror of Demons summoning spell.
"Xiao!"
In a courtyard, Xiao had been leaning against a carved railing, slightly lost in thought. His ears twitched, and he instinctively stepped forward, only to forcibly halt his Lemniscatic Wind Cycling a second later. He looked toward the others nearby.
"Divine Lord..."
Zhongli set down his teacup, a knowing smile appearing on his lips. "Go. Don't keep the Traveler waiting."
The next second, the young man's figure vanished.
"Hehe, our adeptus Xiao really does answer the Traveler's every call." Holding a bottle with a rather unrestrained air, Venti gulped down two mouthfuls of wine, his half-lidded eyes growing a little more drunken.
Ignoring the drunken poet's teasing, Zhongli raised his cup. As he took a sip, a delicate fragrance spread through his mouth, and he savored the flavor of the mortal world's fleeting years.
It was an excellent Daughter's Red from Nick Fury's private collection, supposedly aged for quite some time. Someone had bought it to present to Zhongli, borrowing another man's treasures to make his own gift.
"Who among us could bear to refuse the Traveler's request?"
Nodding in agreement, Nahida held a wine cup in both hands, though it was incongruously filled with creamy white milk. Her little legs swung beside the stone stool, unable to reach the ground.
Tilting her face upward, the girl blinked her bright eyes and