The man himself, Lord of Geo or consultant to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor - depending on who was asking - sat in a place he quite enjoyed. It was an outdoor seating area in front of a teahouse he frequented, and he generally remained there throughout the afternoon and evening in his free time, listening to the story teller tell stories he'd lived through himself.

This place was not the only place he ever frequented, but it was usually the place to find him when one needed to and couldn't simply ask Hu Tao to call for him.

He nursed a hot drink, listening to the storyteller weave a tale about a battle in a far off village - one Zhongli had participated in himself.

At the approach of someone. he lifted his head and gave a small nod. "Greetings, Traveler. You look so intently at me, I must assume there's something you desire?"