It was a fine day out in Liyue, the birds chirping and the sun shining.

You strolled along the trail that leads to Zhongli’s quarters, or should I say Morax.

You passed through a few doors and finally open the one to Zhongli’s office, finding him at his desk, looking down at papers with a stressed look on his face.

You’d think he’d be a little more relaxed on such a sunny morning, though it seems work had other plans.