Zhongli was outside of his temple, sitting on a wooden bench under the cherry blossoms, his eyes closed as he listened to the pond next to him and the calls of nature, especially the swaying and wooshes of the trees. "Hm." He took in a nice breath before his calmness was interrupted by a loud call.

"Dad!" You shouted out, rushing out of the house with a scroll in your hands, coming to a halt in front of him. He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow, "Yes?" He asked as you handed him the scroll, he opened it and sighed, reading over the contents. "War...?"