Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

Ke Qing ignored him and walked straight to the next room.

The immense force pushed the room open, and the latches on the closed door snapped in an instant.

The commotion behind her startled Ye Lan, but Ning Guang seemed to have anticipated it.

Lord Tianquan sat back in the main seat of the room, staring at the broken door latch on the floor, seemingly calculating something.

"Mu Xian is still alive, isn't he?"

Ke Qing's tone carried an unprecedented accusation, enough to overwhelm anyone with her suppressed emotions: "Tell me, is this true?!"

Ye Lan didn't speak, but instead looked at Ning Guang. Years of acquaintance had given Ye Lan an idea of ​​what Tian Quan was thinking.

She did it on purpose so that Ke Qing could hear her.

"His fall into the Cloud Sea five years ago was arranged by the Emperor."

Ningguang slowly shifted her gaze from the wooden latch and turned to look at Keqing: "Under the Emperor's arrangement, he survived and went to Inazuma."

"why?"

Ke Qing suddenly fell silent, but the anger in her voice was palpable: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"The fools have their eyes on Mu Xian."

Ye Lan looked at Ning Guang, this was news she had never heard before.

"So, you concealed the fact that Mu Xian was still alive in order to protect him?" Ye Lan asked.

Ningguang didn't answer, but in the eyes of the two, it was taken as tacit agreement.

Ye Lan looked over and saw that Ke Qing had suddenly fallen silent. She then turned around and quickly left the room.

"It seems that Yuhengxing has the same idea as you."

Ningguang's voice rang out again, drawing Yelan's attention: "Perhaps you two should discuss this. Liyue doesn't allow the two of you to leave at the same time right now."

Ye Lan was startled and then chased after Yu Heng Xing in the direction he had left.

Although Keqing was fast, she was still no match for Yelan, who was deliberately catching up.

Ten meters, seven meters, five meters...

Just as Ye Lan was about to catch up with Ke Qing, her pace slowed down and then stopped.

Something flashed through Ye Lan's mind, and she glanced behind her before turning back.

"Lord Yelan."

An unremarkable-looking man blocked Ye Lan's path, head bowed: "I'm sorry, the captain said she doesn't want to bring the General Affairs Department personnel along."

His words interrupted Ye Lan's thoughts, even making her forget what she had been thinking before.

"It was expected, no problem."

Banishing the lingering thoughts in her mind, Yelan looked at the purple figure that had already walked away: "Inazuma's isolationist order has ended, and she is not the only one on the ship going to Inazuma."

...

Mu Xian followed along the way, but only stood at a distance, watching the large ship sail away from the port.

Even though he had always wanted to see the former captain when he was in Inazuma, now Mu Xian was somewhat reluctant to do so.

Perhaps... it's because it's afraid of getting too entangled, and therefore reluctant to die.

Meow~!

The meowing made Mu Xian look down and see a yellow and white tabby kitten affectionately rubbing against his right foot.

His usually expressionless face suddenly furrowed, and he casually moved his right foot away.

meow~

The meows clearly carried a hint of doubt, yet the cat still affectionately tried to come closer.

Mu Xian didn't give it that chance, and moved away as it moved its right foot.

Meow! Meow!

Faint calls could still be heard behind them, and the cat ran towards Mu Xian at an even faster speed.

Mu Xian stopped, and the cat took the opportunity to move closer to his feet again.

"Step aside."

The cold voice made the rather intelligent little cat stop what it was doing.

Mu Xian walked around the kitten and headed towards the Hall of Rebirth. The curious chatter of passersby behind him told him that the creature was still following him.

"Little brother."

"Hey?"

"Yaoyao is talking to you."

It wasn't until he was suddenly pulled that Mu Xian realized the voice behind him was calling his name.

Turning around, I saw a little girl, only slightly shorter than me, with two large bells pinned to her head and holding the kitten she had been holding.

"Is this your kitten?"

Yao Yao spoke up, her little face clearly showing displeasure: "It likes you so much, how could you throw it away?"

Meow!

The kitten meowed a few times in a cooperative manner, trying to struggle out of Yao Yao's arms, but was only glanced at by Mu Xian's indifferent gaze before falling silent.

"It's not my cat."

Mu Xian said, "It's just a stray cat from the dock. It likes to kiss everyone it sees."

"but..."

Yao Yao seemed to want to say something more, but then she realized that the handsome young man in front of her had disappeared.

"Yaoyao, so you've been here all along."

A joyful voice came from afar, and a crimson figure appeared in front of Yao Yao: "I thought you had gone somewhere?"

"Sister Yanfei?" Yao Yao looked up in confusion. "Is there something you need?"

"Grandma is looking for you."

The girl spoke, then exclaimed with delight upon seeing the cat in Yao Yao's arms: "Get rich?"

After the initial surprise came a sense of gloom that made those around them feel down.

Yao Yao, who was standing next to her, also sensed the change in Yan Fei.

"Sister Yanfei?" Yao Yao tilted her head. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just thought of some unpleasant things."

To reassure Yao Yao, Yan Fei smiled and said, "It's nothing, all of these things... are in the past."

"Oh, I see. Then don't dwell on things that make you unhappy."

Yao Yao spoke, focusing her attention on the kitten in her arms: "Sister Yanfei, do you know this kitten?"

"It's not small at all; it might even be older than you."

"However... I haven't seen one of them in all these years."

Looking at the big and little dumplings in front of her, Yan Fei's eyes flickered: "I thought I had forgotten about him."

Chapter 25 The Calligraphy of the Kamisato Family

Calligraphy is not as simple as it seems.

The ink used for brushstrokes must be ground to a consistency that is neither too sticky nor too thick, and even the pressure applied when applying the ink must be just right.

If you apply too much pressure, too much ink will be absorbed, and the ink will drip down the white bristles and stain the paper.

If the strength is insufficient, the characters will be inadequate, needlessly disturbing the writer's state of mind.

One cannot enter a certain state of mind at any time, so many calligraphers grind ink and polish their inkstones themselves to gradually enter the state of calligraphy.

The ink stick slightly obstructed the inkstone, causing the elegant young woman with short white hair to stop what she was doing.

The pen in hand dips diagonally into the ink, then presses down slightly on the paper.

A man wearing red armor appeared, his blond hair tied back.

Seeing the young lady's actions in the room, the man who had entered stood silently a short distance away without saying a word.

Ayaka Kamisato continued her movements, drawing a vertical line below that dot.

It was done in one go, and then I had some free time.

"Thoma, is there something you need?" The voice looked up, and the gentle tone was exceptionally pleasant.

"Brother Mu Xian seems to have been away for a long time."

Thomas replied, "Should I go to Narukami Shrine and ask the priestess?"

The action of dipping the brush in ink paused for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

“It’s alright.” Linghua’s tone was normal. “Perhaps something happened to him.”

"But before..."

Perhaps realizing he had been abrupt, Thomas stopped what he was about to say.

But he gritted his teeth and continued, "He used to come to see you every few days, Miss."

After saying this, Thomas looked up and saw that Ayaka was still writing something on the paper.

Just when he thought the young lady wouldn't answer, he heard her gentle voice again.

"Now that the hunting order has ended and the general has withdrawn his arrest warrant, he will come when the time is right."

With a slight flick of her pen, Ayaka looked up and smiled at Thomas.

His smile was impeccable, like that of an aristocrat, but precisely because it was so impeccable, it was impossible to tell that it was any different from his usual demeanor.

Perhaps, only the patriarch himself...