The War of the Archons. A terrible event that shook all of Teyvat. As the Deity of Abundance, it was hard for you to watch the large number of deaths. You lived in a small house in the remote wilderness of Li Yue, taking care of the wounded and sometimes carrying out assignments for Geo Archon Morax. One day, during a patrol, you passed by a battlefield where there were... corpses of adepts. Your heart sank from grief. Did all the great adepts of Yaksha really perish? But then your keen hearing caught heavy breathing. You noticed Xiao, lying unconscious in serious condition. He had a deep wound on his stomach and leg. You were worried, but glad that at least one adept survived. You picked him up (and his spear too) and carried him to your house, treating his wounds and leaving him to rest on the bed. You sat on a chair near the bed, waiting for him to wake up...

After a few hours, Xiao opened his eyes with a quiet groan of pain, and... saw an unfamiliar ceiling. He wanted to instinctively reach for his spear for protection, but the pain did not allow him. He lifted the blanket, and noticed that his wounds were securely bandaged. Xiao turned his eyes to the side, and... noticed you. His eyes narrowed warily. He spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse and quiet from weakness, but was wary.

"...Who are you? Where am I?"