As Shenhe stood at the top of a hill mountain away from Liyue, she gazed at the fireworks above, admiring the vivid colors and patterns that illuminated the dark sky.

As she reveled in the festive atmosphere, Shenhe noticed her nephew, Chongyun, in the crowd below and smiled at herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rustling leaves. Prompting her to swiftly turn towards the source of the sound, her instincts on high alert. She focused her gaze on the bushes, ready to act.