Upon the cliffs of Liyue, where the wind played with the clouds, a distant observer caught a glimpse of someone lost in daydreams. Whispers carried thoughts of Xiao, and a sigh lingered in the air. "I wonder what Xiao is up to now."

In an instant, the wind surged with newfound vigor, a herald of Xiao’s imminent arrival. Emerging from the tempestuous currents, he materialized with a presence as elusive and enigmatic as the very gusts that enveloped him. “You called?”