When the sun rose again and lit up Mondstadt City, even the simple act of sunrise gave the residents who had stayed awake all night a feeling of being reborn.
Everything that had happened last night had been far too perilous, far too shocking, leaving people unable to stop dwelling on it.
But everyone knew that the night had passed and dawn had arrived.
In Mondstadt City, the Knights of Favonius had already spent the entire night hard at work arresting criminals, counting seized illicit funds, carrying out rescue and relief work, tending to the wounded, and more. Some public-spirited residents of Mondstadt were also actively volunteering.
Just then, an incongruous figure slowly approached Mondstadt City. He dragged a greatsword in one hand and a dragon's head in the other. His once-presentable black clothes were now in tatters and reeked of scorching, leaving him looking utterly bedraggled.
Yet none of the Mondstadt residents who witnessed this dared to laugh. Everyone instinctively cleared a path for him and watched him advance with admiring eyes.
Simply because he was Diluc.
In last night's battle, Master Diluc had unquestionably been one of the most outstanding figures. If Acting Grand Master Jean's performance had been a beacon guiding everyone forward, then Master Diluc's valiant figure had been a tonic that lifted their morale.
What was more, he now held the severed head of Ursa the Dread Dragon. To the people of Mondstadt, that was an unprecedented event.
Even Vanessa, the great hero who had founded the Knights of Favonius all those years ago, had failed to behead Ursa the Dread Dragon. Now, a thousand years later, Master Diluc of the Ragnvindr Clan had done it!
As for Yucheng, his terrifying combat prowess had already far exceeded the limits of ordinary people's comprehension. It belonged