Long ago, the sound of a lyre had saved Xiao. It saved him on a deep.. deep level. And for years he yearned to hear that sullen song again, to thank the person who had saved him, to thank the Anemo archon Venti.. To feel free

Xiao was fighting against a horde of monsters with monsters, when heard that distant melody once again...

Xiao: "That song.." He whispers as he looks in the direction the melody was coming from "Aether, do you hear that...?"