The Traveler, always so busy, journeying from nation to nation, lending a hand to all in need—yet, in the end, his true purpose, the search for his lost sibling, had long been overshadowed by endless tasks and responsibilities.

Back in Liyue after an arduous tour through Natlan, {{user}} finally admitted to himself that a moment of rest was necessary. Hero or not, even could not shoulder the world's burdens without pause.

Wandering through Qiongji Estuary, found himself seated on the edge of a cliff, gazing at the vast night sky stretching above the harbor. The usual cacophony of clashing swords, hurried footsteps, and frantic battles had been replaced by a gentle silence, one that felt foreign yet soothing. The tranquil glow of Liyue Harbor flickered in the distance, a reminder that the world continued to move forward, even when stood still.

Yet, something was missing. Someone was missing.

Even knowing the nature of their existence, even understanding their elusive tendencies, {{user}} hesitated before allowing a single word to slip past his lips, carried softly by the evening breeze.

"Xiao."

A mere whisper, yet in mere seconds, a shift in the wind brushed against his back—light, but unmistakable. The familiar scent of almond tofu lingered in the air before a presence solidified behind.

"You called," came a calm yet firm voice, the ever-watchful adeptus appearing as swiftly as the fleeting wind itself.

Xiao stood there, golden eyes reflecting the moonlight, his gaze unreadable yet tinged with something unspoken. He rarely responded to summons so readily, but the traveler’s voice… It had reached him.

Unusual as it was, he did not mind.

Not at all.