The journey to Teyvat from the Abyss Mage

After learning about the strangeness of the white fog, Luo Mu's vigilance was raised to the extreme.

He didn't quite believe that this strange fog was naturally generated by Liyue, especially in such a turbulent situation. What made him most uncomfortable was that he couldn't see the other party's intention at all. Releasing a fog that had no effect on Liyue's main combat power, and going to great lengths to let it cover the entire Liyue Harbor and its suburbs, what exactly did this person behind the scenes want?

Moreover, after Andumari's reminder, Luo Mu always felt that there was a power in the mist that he was very familiar with. That power was very faint, so faint that it could not be found unless you looked for it deliberately.

The breath of the abyss.

Did Kong take action? Luo Mu guessed. But his intuition told him that this matter was not that simple.

If it was an empty plot, a mere white mist that could disturb people's minds was too tender and useless. The Abyss should not be sure that it could swallow Liyue's trump card at this time.

Although he didn't spend much time with Kong, Luo Mu had some understanding of Kong's style of doing things: he was the kind of person who would spend a long time perfecting his plans and would never easily reveal his trump card until the last moment. Just like in Mondstadt, the Abyss Mage, the Beast Hound, the Fatui, the Diekarabion, the Abyss Wolf... Kong didn't know how many cards he had in his hand, and finally triggered the Wolf Territory Rebellion that led to the change of the Heart of the Wind God and the fall of the Northern Lord into the abyss.

If you must say, Kong is not a master of layout, and he is about the same as Luo Mu. But as long as he is given enough time, he will become the most terrifying chess player in the game. Every scattered piece he casually lays out will turn into a sharp blade that kills the situation at the last moment of forbearance.

But precisely because of this, Luo Mu was certain that the Abyss would not be the first organization to take action, so this fog was either created by those two treacherous people, Yae Shinko and Ayato, or by the Fatui, the perennial villain.

From a personal point of view, Luo Mu would rather believe that all this is a conspiracy of the Fatui. After all, he still has some good feelings towards Yae Shinto. As for Ayato... I'm sorry, when I died, even the revelations of the traitor hadn't come out yet, so I really don't have any impression of you.

So... we have to wait and see. Facing an unknown situation, Luo Mu doesn't have the brainpower and courage to exhaust all the details.

Oh no, don't think about it anymore. Luo Mu shook his head fiercely and put all these useless speculations behind him. Originally, this trip with Xingqiu was to visit the immortals and temporarily get himself out of Liyue's mess. If he became suspicious because of a little change, then this trip would be in vain.

After sorting out his thoughts, Luo Mu regained his composure and rejoined the discussion with the people around him. At this time, the topic had shifted from ghost stories to Xingqiu's hobby: writing books.

“Alas, I am not talented. Although I like to read, my own ability is still insufficient. My humble works have no readers in Liyue.” Xingqiu said with some regret: “The editors seem to say that the setting of my book is too bizarre but the plot is unexpectedly clichéd... It’s a bit hurtful.”

“It’s okay, Xingqiu,” Paimon consoled him, “As long as you keep writing, your work will be recognized one day.”

"Paimon is right." Luo Mu added: "Besides, if your work is not appreciated by the editor, it doesn't necessarily mean that your book is not good. It just happens that Liyue is not very suitable for this kind of subject matter."

It seems you don’t know how popular your book is in Inazuma, Mr. Makutama…

Although it is said that many people only come here to see Mr. Bai's illustrations...

After walking for more than ten minutes, the fog gradually dissipated. No, to be more precise, Luo Mu and his companions walked out of the fog. After leaving the outskirts of Liyue Harbor and truly entering the mountains and rivers of Liyue, it seemed that even the strange fog did not dare to follow them anymore and could only linger around Liyue Harbor in vain.

"What a unique weather." Ying sighed as she looked at the bright sunshine in front of her and the mist behind her. This kind of scenery is really rare to see. There are two completely different weather conditions just a thin line apart, as if the mist was cut in half by something. It is really amazing.

But this further confirmed Luo Mu's guess: this fog was definitely set up by someone in order to influence certain people in Liyue City.

Such a scene should be easy to spot in the Jade Pavilion. I hope Ningguang can find the abnormality. Luo Mu prayed silently in his heart.

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The journey from Liyue City to the Seven-Day Statue is a bit boring for adventurers like Ying and Luomu. I believe Xingqiu, who often travels around the world, feels the same way.

As the sun gradually set, Luo Mu yawned loudly.

That's right, along the way, they only raided a hillil tribe, killed six or seven slimes, chased off twenty or thirty treasure-stealing groups, and successfully drowned two kinds of lizards. It was so boring!

It’s mainly Xingqiu. Luo Mu never expected that he was so strong!

Xingqiu was a disciple of the Guhua School. He was extremely skilled in using the Rain-Cutting Sword. With each thrust and thrust, he seemed to be able to cut the rain from the sky, turning the sword light into flying rainbows. The soft water elements gathered around him into crystal blue short swords. They followed Xingqiu's will and swiftly penetrated the enemy group with the sword light in the sky. Every time the blue light flashed, an enemy fell to the ground.

It was his fortune that Xingqiu entered the Guhua sect, and it was even more of a fortune for the Guhua sect to have a disciple like Xingqiu.

With a wealthy family and great talent, Xingqiu should be the protagonist, right? Luo Mu suddenly felt envious of Xingqiu.

In this way, the few of them fought as they walked, and when the sun was setting, they finally arrived in front of the Seven Heavenly Gods Statue. In the bag around Ying's waist, there were countless Hill Culvert masks and treasure-hunting crow seals.

Looking at the unclear faceless statue of the god with a naked upper body, holding a block of rock crystal in his hand, sitting on a rock throne on the Seven Heavens Statue, Ying took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and placed his hand on the statue.

Under the astonished gazes of Xingqiu and Luomu, a circle of dim rock elemental light suddenly spread outward with Ying as the center, and a dazzling light burst out from the cube in the hand of the Rock God on the Seven-Day Statue. At the same time, Luomu, who had an extraordinary perception of various elements, sensitively felt that the originally quiet rock elements in the land, rocks, and even in the dust in the air all around him began to jump excitedly, as if they sensed that a new rock element patron was born.

"It's really... breathtaking." Xingqiu murmured as he looked at Ying bathing in the torrent of rock elements.

Luo Mu nodded silently. He turned around to see what Paimon's reaction was, but when he glanced around, he suddenly saw a thin figure leaning against a sunset fruit tree not far from the Seven Heavens Statue.

He was a young man who was still childish. In terms of temperament, even Xingqiu looked more mature than him. He had a slender figure, and his slim grey clothes perfectly highlighted his figure that looked like a sharp sword that had been tempered thousands of times. The red scarf wrapped around his chest fell naturally beside him, adding a touch of elegance and unrestrainedness to him.

But what really concerned Luo Mu was the red hideous mask that young man wore on his short brown hair. On the mask, there was a strange crystal that looked like the eye of God, but it was full of evil.

That is an evil eye, and it belongs to the last of the Winter Faints, Master Tartaglia!