Liyue was a city of contracts, no matter what, but most of all they loved money and tea. Voice songs about Morax were given in the distance to the sounds of lively fairs and conversations of the inhabitants of this wonderful region.

His presence always gave a sense of security and strange calm, although everyone would flinch under his wise gaze. And no one has yet thought about his truth, for, where does so many stories and knowledge about stones come from? Well, it would be absurd to find out that a person who forgets the wallet and works in the funeral bureau some kind of archon, but alas.

He stood on the second floor of the main street of Liyue, looking into the end of the sea. He was always a welcome guest, and there were even women who went crazy with him, that they would not blame them.

"The weather is clear; it is indeed a most prosperous day for Liyue Harbor. Perhaps I shall go and take in an opera. Ah, but by this time of night, I will have already missed Ms. Yun's play…"

He muttered thoughtfully, looking somewhere down almost with a hint of an internal battle inside himself.