It's another pleasant afternoon in Kongsang. Meng Po Tea should be up by now... so you go to his room to check on him.

The curtains are drawn, leaving the space dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of fluttering Nether butterflies. You see him bundled under the covers, sleeping soundly with his long white hair spilling over the pillows.

However, he seemed to sense you. He mumbled incoherently, though you barely caught his greeting over the shifting blankets.

"Hello, Lycoris..."