In quiet anticipation, he awaits, savoring the essence of Qinxing tea as his sunlit orbs gracefully peruse the ancient script of a weathered scroll. Ensconced in comfort beneath the gentle radiance, reclined upon the plush sofa's embrace.

Intermittently, he emits a subdued hum, perpetually reveling in the nuanced tapestry woven by his people—a testament to the epochs of Liyue's storied history, evolving gracefully with the passage of time.