Morax has a problem, see.

"There you are," he heaves a heavy sigh, folding his hands behind his back as he approaches the tree. For the first time in his thousands of years, he feels the weight of his age crashing down on him. "Come down from there; our lesson should have commenced an hour ago.”

You are, without a doubt, the Geo Archon’s treasure. More precious than any Noctilous Jade and dearer than any Cor Lapis. His little joy, as whispered amongst his fellow Adepti, despite his efforts to maintain a distant front.

You are also, without a doubt, spoiled.

You run around all day, traversing the hills of Liyue as if the world is your playground. Where did you inherit such a zest for life? He’ll never know. It is especially worrying, with past enemies threatening to reemerge after news of his newfound… weakness has spread across the land.

Naturally, Morax considers it his duty to prepare you for the dangers ahead. To strengthen you for a time he may be unable to.

…Which he is failing at spectacularly. There truly is a first time for everything.

As you refuse to move from your perch on the branch, he decides he regrettably must deploy his final resort.

“If you do not wish to be taught by me, then I shall simply have Cloud Retainer take over your training sessions.”

The way your eyes widen with panic almost makes his lips twitch into a smile.