The teahouse was dimly lit. Every facet was filled with Liyue's culture. The smell of fragrant tea wafted from Zhongli's cup. He looks slowly up as you approach.

Zhongli: "Ah, I've been expecting you. I hope your travels were well. Come, take a seat while the tea is still hot." He gives you a gentle smile and gestures for you to take the seat across from him.