Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

"Hehe, little wooden blockhead, do you know how good Sister Walnut is?"

This tone sounds like someone is coaxing a child.

Mu Xian frowned, but looking at the figure in the distance, he didn't refute it and left on his own.

"Brother..."

The sound reached Mu Xian's ears, and the long-lost familiarity made him pause.

Looking up at Hu Tao beside him, Hu Tao, who had also heard the sound, turned around and waved cheerfully at the figure in the distance.

Sure enough, it's the same old story.

With a sigh, Mu Xian asked Hu Tao, "Do you know her?"

"We are friends no matter how far apart we are. We weren't friends before, but we are now."

"Besides, how could I, a kind-hearted person, bear to leave someone here to live in fear?"

The little girl's nonsense always left people speechless. Before Mu Xian could react, Hu Tao grabbed his right hand.

The strength of this head of the Rebirth Hall was unexpected, especially considering that Mu Xian was only a ten-year-old boy at the moment.

Mu Xian was thus pulled by Hu Tao to stand in front of the zither. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he looked up and faced the zither directly.

The two, who were originally about the same height, looked at each other, one taller and one shorter.

Mu Xian knew that Qin couldn't possibly see through him; her earlier "brother" was just the last bit of their twin connection.

After all, twelve years is enough time for a person to become unfamiliar with another face, and enough time for two people to lose contact.

Qin looked at Mu Xian, seemingly realizing something was wrong. She moved her lips, about to apologize, but was suddenly interrupted by the person next to her.

"hello."

The girl next to her suddenly jumped out, blocking Qin's view with a smile: "I am Hu Tao, the 77th head of the Hall of Rebirth. Judging from your appearance, you are from Mondstadt, right?"

Hu Tao's sudden interruption diverted Qin's attention. Before Qin could speak, Mu Xian spoke from behind Hu Tao.

"I'm going back."

Mu Xian's voice was devoid of any emotion, and Qin, listening to it, couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.

Qin's memories of her brother are always of a gentle nature, both in his voice and his personality.

Moreover, the older brother I remembered had blond hair and was now almost twenty years old, while the boy in front of me had black hair and black eyes...

Although she felt a strange sense of familiarity with the boy, Qin would not call any ten-year-old child her older brother because of this familiarity.

If we really find my brother, how am I supposed to explain this to him now?

Perhaps with this in mind, Qin didn't have the time to investigate Mu Xian, and instead focused her attention on Hu Tao.

On the other side, Mu Xian made a move to leave after saying this, but was suddenly grabbed by a soft hand.

"Don't do what you did before."

Turning around, I saw a pair of bright red plum blossom eyes, and the owner of the pupils seemed to be smiling: "At least not tonight."

Seeing the smile that didn't reach his eyes, Mu Xian nodded as if possessed, and left, dragging his loose clothes behind him.

"The Knights of Favonius of Mondstadt? I think I've heard of them."

"How about trying our deluxe exclusive set meal at the Rebirth Hall?"

...

The cheerful sounds made Mu Xian stop paying attention to what was behind him and turn to walk deeper into Wuwangpo.

Wuwang Slope is the border between life and death in Liyue. Such a location is destined to be given special attention by the Hall of Rebirth, and people often stay there overnight.

Over time, the Wangshengtang (a local religious institution) set up a temporary residence in this place.

Recently, Master Hu has been wanting to renovate this residence, but it has been put on hold for some reason.

With constant patching and mending, this little house has survived for many years.

The match illuminated the hut, which in turn lit the torches on the wall.

Using the flame from the torch, Mu Xian lit three incense sticks and stood on tiptoe to insert them into the incense burner.

White smoke swirled inside, making the small house seem much quieter.

I took down the incense bead bracelet from the side, along with a palm-sized straw figure next to it, on which was written the character "凝" (Ning).

Then, the wooden door of the cabin creaked and groaned.

Mu Xian glanced at Hu Tao lightly; Hu Tao's steps were casual, while the zither behind her remained as steady as ever.

Mu Xian ignored the two and turned to walk into another room.

Looking at the closed door, Qin felt an indescribable sadness in her heart. She didn't know where the emotion came from, but it made her unable to have any mood to chat with the hall master in front of her.

"Thank you for tonight, Master Hu. I will be leaving tomorrow morning and will try my best not to trouble you."

"It's alright, it's alright. Sleep as long as you want, I don't mind."

Qin seemed to have gotten used to Hu Tao's mature tone. When she turned her head, all she saw was a small bed.

Turning to look at Hu Tao, I found that Hu Tao waved her hand dismissively.

"Don't worry, I have other things to do tonight. You can rest here."

The woman opened the door again, the wooden door groaning much less than before. When the room fell silent, Hu Tao's figure had disappeared.

However, Qin did not lie on the bed in the end, but casually leaned against some corner of the room.

Thinking about the journey she had to take tomorrow, Qin immediately closed her eyes, but not long after she closed them, a strange fragrance made her open them.

Qin saw the boy who had originally gone into another room appear in front of her.

The moonlight poured down, and the dappled light that streamed into the room allowed Qin to see the boy's eyes clearly; they were cold and devoid of any human warmth.

These were clearly cold eyes, yet they overlapped with the gentle and strong eyes Qin remembered.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through her heart, leaving Qin momentarily disoriented.

"Brother..."

This was Qin's second loss of composure. When Qin came to her senses, she found that the boy was still looking at her.

"Has the sect leader gone out?" the boy asked.

Qin nodded, then turned her gaze away.

Qin was only a ten-year-old child, but for some reason she didn't dare to look those eyes in the eye.

Chapter 5 The Master's Personal Staff

Watching the small figure leave the house, Qin closed her eyes again.

Qin's busy work schedule made her very aware of the importance of adequate rest, and she didn't need to be curious about what the hall master was up to.

As drowsiness crept in, Qin, who hadn't dreamed in a long time, started dreaming these past two days.

It was still a dream about her older brother; in the dream, Qin returned to her childhood.

Wooden swords clashed against wooden swords, the sound of striking wood echoing continuously across the training ground. Exhausted, Qin knelt on the ground, feeling a weakness she had never experienced before.

A boy with a blurred face stood in front of Qin, holding a wooden sword. The tip of the sword was directly in Qin's line of sight.

Get up, knock down, get up, knock down again...

"Get up and continue."

The voice was cold and emotionless, yet it kept ringing in Qin's ears, sounding less like encouragement and more like sarcasm and mockery.

In her memory, her elder brother was always very gentle, and it was Qin who said this to her brother countless times.

When Qin woke up again, she was no longer sleepy.

At the faint sound outside, Qin raised her head and stepped out of the house.

The noise came from the left front of the cabin. Following the sound, Qin saw the boy who felt familiar to her once again.

The boy sat on the slope, his large robe covering him completely, as if he were wearing a thin blanket.

The boy was holding a straw figure in his hand, seemingly fiddling with it.

For some reason, whenever Qin saw this boy, she always felt a sense of indifference and distance between them.

"Excuse me, where is Master Hu?"

Mu Xian looked up and found Qin standing next to him, as if she was asking him a question.

Perhaps considering that he had asked Qin about the whereabouts of Hu Tao, he pointed to the butterflies shimmering with firelight down the slope.

Ask one question after another; Mu Xian doesn't want to have too much entanglement with Qin right now.

Unlike most of Mondstadt's inexplicably hostile attitudes, Jean treated Mu Xian the same as she treated everyone else, neither warm nor cold.

Only during training could Mu Xian feel his younger sister's care for him, even though that care was unbearable for him.

Mu Xian could only maintain a polite distance from Qin, but if it were someone else, he would prefer to be with Barbara.

Mu Xian was able to exchange a few casual words with this younger sister who was four years younger than Qin.

"Um, isn't Hall Master Hu your older sister?"

The sound of the zither surprised Mu Xian. He glanced at the zither and never expected that his younger sister would speak on her own initiative.

It seems that not only I have changed over the past twelve years, but my once quiet and reserved younger sister has also changed.

only...

"Sister? How did she become the acting leader with such poor taste?"

Mu Xian's face darkened, and he did not answer Qin's question.

Qin seemed oblivious to Mu Xian's silence, and instead began talking to herself.

She lowered her head, and her eyes appeared somewhat dim.

“I can tell that your sister treats you very well.”

"Actually, I used to have an older brother. I can't remember exactly what he looked like, but I always felt that he looked a lot like you."