Genshin Impact: Starting with Jingyuan Character Card

Yun Fan did not directly answer Xiao's words, but asked him a question.

"Xiao, what do you think of the Rock King's strength?"

"Your Majesty's martial arts are unparalleled in the world. Even all the immortals in Liyue combined are no match for the Emperor." Xiao answered truthfully.

"Yes, then why do you still think that Emperor Geo has really fallen?" Yun Fan sighed inwardly, this guy Xiao is indeed a little fan of the Emperor.

"But..." Xiao was very confused. He felt that the Lord God would not lie to him, but if what the Lord God said was true, then what was the meaning of the Emperor faking his death?

"Are you very confused as to why Morax did this?" Yun Fan continued to ask.

"Please enlighten me, Lord God."

Yun Fan curled his lips, but his mind was completely focused on Yu Duchen. At this time, Yu Duchen's evolutionary energy had reached 90%, and it would not take long for him to evolve.

After the evolution is completed, he will challenge the second level of trial, and he will be one step closer to Lord Jingyuan's ability to pluck stars with one hand.

"You don't need to worry about this. The Emperor has his reasons for doing so. Just pretend you don't know about it and wait and see what happens."

After hearing Yun Fan's words, Xiao nodded. Indeed, the Emperor's thoughts are not something we can guess. He must have his reasons for doing so.

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"Travelers, have we forgotten something?" After a while, the duo of travelers came to the Heyu Teahouse that Walnut mentioned. Looking at the people coming and going, Paimon's voice trembled a little. They seemed to have overlooked something very important.

In front of the Heyu Teahouse, Ying and Paimeng stood at the door, looking at each other.

It seems, it seems, probably... they don't even know Zhongli, how can they find him? They can't just shout "Zhongli, where are you!", that would be too social.

"Let me think about it." Ying closed her eyes and began to recall what Ningguang and Hutao had said about Zhongli. Ningguang had said that Zhongli was mature, steady, upright and incorruptible, so his temperament must be far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Ying opened her eyes again and swept her inquiring gaze over the listeners. After repeating this action several times, she finally locked her gaze on a person in the front row who had long braids, wore a suit-like outfit, and exuded an extraordinary aura with his every move.

Ying's intuition told her that this person was most likely the Zhongli they were looking for, and the one sitting next to him must be the Tartaglia that Kurumi mentioned.

Taking a deep breath, Ying walked towards Zhongli's table nervously.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Zhongli?" Ying asked, but she was very nervous. It would be embarrassing if she recognized the wrong person.

"Hmm?" Hearing the voice behind him, Zhongli turned around and looked at the blonde girl and the flying pet in front of him.

"Mr. Zhongli, is this your friend?" Tartaglia asked Zhongli with a slight twinkle in his eyes. He knew that Zhongli and the two men were not known to others, after all, he was not deaf. But these two men had such obvious features, so they should be the foreign traveler who appeared in Mondstadt, right?

"It's Miss Ying, right? Please take a seat." There was no trace of emotion in Zhongli's golden pupils at Ying's sudden arrival.

"Mr. Zhongli knows me?" Ying was a little curious, as she had never met the other party before.

"I had the honor of meeting you two in the Wangsheng Hall. Our Hall Master Hu is grateful for your care. I would like to offer tea to you two instead of wine." Zhongli picked up the teacup and toasted the two of them.

"No, no, we are the ones who are grateful to Hu Tao for her care." Seeing Zhongli being so polite, Ying was a little flustered for a moment. She was the worst at dealing with these things.

"Hey, hey, don't ignore me." Seeing the two of them being polite, Tartaglia finally couldn't help but speak. It was obviously me, Dada Duck, who treated them, okay?

"Ahem, excuse me, this is Mr. Tartaglia." Zhongli coughed twice and introduced Tartaglia to Ying and Paimon.

"Hello Mr. Tartaglia, I'm Ying."

Ying smiled and extended her hand to Tartaglia, who did not refuse. He politely extended his hand while showing a bright smile.

"Hello, Miss Ying. I'm Tartaglia. I've heard of your name a long time ago."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Ying's interest was aroused. Is she already so famous?

"Well, you should have met my colleagues in Mond."

"colleague?"

"Yes, that's the lady."

After hearing what Tartaglia said, Ying's hand holding the teacup lost its balance and she almost knocked the cup over on the table.

"You are the young master!" The excited Yingmei slammed the table and stood up, staring at Tartaglia with vigilant eyes. The voice was so loud that the other audience members looked at her sideways, and even Yunjin, who was singing on the stage, paused slightly.

"Miss Ying." Zhongli glanced around and motioned Ying to sit down first.

Exhaling heavily, Ying sat down again, but the alertness and vigilance in her eyes did not fade at all. She never expected that this person named Tartaglia was actually the son of the Fatui executive! She had just met Zhongli, and she had already seen the target person.

"Miss Ying, please be patient. Although our code names are similar, the lady and I are different. That girl is always irritable and grumpy. How can she be like a woman? I am deeply sorry for the bad impression she left on you."

Tartaglia apologized to Ningguang with a very sincere attitude, which did not seem fake. However, this made Ying and Paimon a little undecided, as this person did not look like what Ningguang said.

Of course, Ying was not a naive person, nor did she completely trust the other party. She just nodded at him.

"Mr. Tartaglia, you don't have to do this. We trust you."

"Hahaha, thank you Miss Ying for your trust. How about we go to Xinyuexuan for a simple meal after the play is over? I really want to make friends with you." The young man put down the teacup in his hand and suggested.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Tartaglia." Little Paimon, who had been watching from the side, finally had the chance to interrupt, and took the initiative to help Ying agree.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Tartaglia." Ying did not refuse. She was just worrying about how to get close to the young master, and now it can be considered a blessing in disguise.