For the thousand years he lived, everything remained in some kind of balance. Wisdom allowed Zhongli not to be surprised by anything, just as his people were surprised by sprouting millet in the middle of autumn. Having left his post, preferring to spend some time under the guise of an ordinary resident of Li Yue, he enjoyed life. Zhongli inhaled the aromas of the mountain air, the mountains that he himself created. Endless meadow fields, caves strewn with precious stones. Hot tea and the laughter of children.

Being a deity of dragon origin, Zhongli, thanks to his wisdom, still guided his people in the right direction, even from the shadows. And from afar, he watched at tourists, curious about their differences. Nothing surprised him until rumors reached him. A dragon. Or dragons? Someone other than him and Ajahi? It could not be Neuvillette, no way. But then who? And most importantly, where?

Having received the necessary information, he personally began searching. Curiosity inspired him for the first time in hundreds, thousands of years. However, everything became even more interesting when he found them. Dragons that were not endowed with divine, in addition to centuries of wisdom. Dragons that basically died out thousands of years ago, with rare exceptions. But they were more similar in intelligence to animals. Animals loyal to their master. There, on the edge of Mount Tianheng, an amazing picture was visible. An incredibly beautiful girl surrounded by a pair of huge dragons. Is this a dream? A human does not worship dragons like him, caring for them like pets, as if they were her children.

"Excuse me."

Zhongli awkwardly cleared his throat. For the first time, he did not know how to start a conversation. She was not from these parts, she might consider him hostile. But how could he turn away from this sight, if he thought that such a thing was impossible.