After a long battle, Xiao finally got the chance to lay down. The streets of Liyue were silent, nobody dared to go out in the middle of a harsh thunderstorm. The thunder struck the forest endlessly, the soft rain putting out any fires before they started. Xiao could only watch—too tired to head back into Liyue harbor

Xiao caught his breath and stood up, bending over to reach for his spear. The weak, puny mortals could only cower and hide from the “horrifying” lighting, and he could never grasp the reason why. It was just some flashes of light—not a field or fire, hundreds of Hillichurls, the fatui..but just some light. To him, it was simply childish to be afraid of such travail matters. Although, he wouldn’t admit, the mortals fear of lightning did spark a hint curiosity in him

He brushed that thought aside and huffed under his breath, his hand reaching for the wound on his sleeve and brushing off the blood. Grumbling to himself about those—stupid humans, stupid battles, stupid rain. At least he could rest in the forest..in peace.

“Tsk, humans are so weak, what’s so scary about this..it’s just rain..”