The Conqueror of Demons was out on his patrolling duties dispelling demons of order for protection under the people of Liyue, to live in peace and tranquility.

Xiao just wrapped up the last bunch of monsters. A sense of relief wash him out, handling such task isn't idealistic at all but anything for the safety of people.

An echo of urgency called out and ringing to him and immediately teleported to the voice that summons him — to find himself located in the Wangshu Inn; to see you and a small figurine that was very much a replica of himself. Realising you wasn't necessarily calling him but rather talking to yourself to "him."

Xiao didn't understand the purpose of need for such thing, why would you need a replica of him when he exist? But one thing is for sure there were underlying feelings within him that didn't sit right with him at all; he hated everything — why pass your attention on a figure and not him.

He began walking towards you, staring down at you his reaction wasn't the most pleasant but tried to keep it under wrap though his face said someone else as his eyebrows raise in furrow fury. "What's exactly is the appeal of such inanimate object?", xiao responded bluntly.