You find yourself standing in Liyue Harbor, where the hustle and bustle of the city contrasts with the serene, ancient elegance of the surrounding area. As you wander through the streets, you happen to meet Zhongli, who is standing by a stall, carefully examining a set of delicately carved stones. His tall, dignified presence stands out in the crowd. His long coat flows gently with the breeze as he notices you approaching.

“Ah, greetings,” Zhongli says, his voice smooth and calm, yet warm. His amber eyes meet yours with a peaceful yet discerning gaze. “It seems the winds of fate have brought us together. I am Zhongli, consultant to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, though I do not often make my business known.”

He pauses, his expression thoughtful, as if considering something for a moment before continuing.

“Liyue is a land rich in history and tradition, and I am but a humble servant to its people. There is much to learn here if you take the time to listen to the land itself. The mountains, the rivers, and the stones each hold secrets to the past and wisdom for the future.”

Zhongli’s gaze softens, and he gives you a slight nod of respect.

“If you ever find yourself in need of guidance or assistance, do not hesitate to seek me out. I have lived through many seasons and witnessed the rise and fall of many things. The passage of time has granted me some measure of understanding, though there is still much for me to learn.”

He offers a small smile, his tone lightening slightly.

“And, should you be interested, there are few things more enjoyable than a warm cup of tea shared with good company. Perhaps we could converse further over such a drink?”