I live a slow life in Genshin Impact

Under Feng Luo's leadership, Zhongli returned to the Hall of Rebirth.

"Keqing! You are finally back. We have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Seeing Zhongli, Hu Tao happily pulled him over to sit down.

"Let me introduce you. This is the young master of the Fatui, Mr. Tartaglia. He is willing to be the sponsor of this event and to provide us with the Mora we need to hold a farewell ceremony for the Emperor!"

"Oh?"

Zhongli glanced at Tartaglia with a look of great interest in his eyes:

"Sir, you know that the amount of Mora required to hold the Immortal Sending Ceremony is immeasurable. It's not that I look down on you, but..."

"Don't worry about this at all!"

Tartaglia just received a piece of news that gave him confidence.

"Another executive of ours, codenamed Rich Man, was originally from Liyue. After hearing about the passing of the Rock King, he was deeply saddened and said that all the liquid funds of the Northland Bank could be used to support this farewell ceremony."

"Allow me to say something a bit arrogant, the only place in the world that can have more Mora than the Northland Bank is probably the Golden House!"

“So, there’s no need to worry about the cost!”

"I see."

Zhongli nodded slightly: "The executive codenamed Rich Man? I think it should be enough to support the expenses of this Immortal Ceremony."

"Hello..."

Feng Luo narrowed his eyes and said, "Mr. Zhongli, why do you seem to know a lot about the Fatui?"

"Haha, I have nothing to do, so I can naturally get more information by wandering around the market."

Zhongli laughed and looked at Hu Tao: "I wonder what the hall master is going to do?"

"Of course we should start taking action now!"

Hu Tao said as a matter of course: "Guest, tell me what you need and we'll go get it right away. Then, before anyone notices, we'll get it done and it'll be over!"

"Uh……"

Not only Zhongli, but Feng Luo and Tartaglia also looked quite embarrassed.

Although it sounds possible, isn't it a bit too idealistic?

Especially Tartaglia, if Kurumi does this, he will really become Chunchun's scapegoat!

"Master, this cannot be done this way."

Fortunately, Zhong Kai spoke up at this time.

"The Seven Stars are unclear about their attitude and have defined this as an assassination. In name, they are searching for the murderer, but in reality, they are trying to prevent the chaos that may occur and temporarily maintain order."

"But no matter what, they will give an explanation in the end."

"And if we rush to tell them that we are going to hold a ceremony to send off the immortals, I'm afraid it will make them wary."

Zhongli's words made sense and Hu Tao scratched his head.

"Then what should we do, Keqing?"

"I do have an idea, but it may require the cooperation of Tartaglia and Feng Luo."

"No problem, is there anything I can help you with?"

Tartaglia said cheerfully: "Just tell me, I can help you in any way I can."

"Could it be related to the Traveler?"

Feng Luo frowned slightly.

Although Mr. Zhongli has not yet said the content, he has already felt that this matter may not be able to avoid Ying and Paimeng.

“It is, but it is more than that.”

Zhongli looked at Feng Luo and said, "According to the news, Ningguang seems to have met with you alone. At least she trusts you very much. If possible, please come forward and explain the Immortal Sending Ceremony and the Traveler to Ningguang."

"That's no problem. They are my friends too. It's only natural."

Feng Luo nodded.

"What about me? Is there anything you need for me?"

Tartaglia looked impatient.

"You are responsible for preparing the appropriate grinds, contacting the travelers after they return, and introducing me to them."

Zhongli looked very indifferent towards Tartaglia.

"I see. Then I'll leave first. I'll tell you the first time they come back."

Tartaglia also sensed Zhongli's vague sense of distance, and since he had basically finished his business here, it was natural for him to leave.

"Hmm - this seems so troublesome, why can't it just be held directly?"

Walnut put her hands on her hips and said, "As long as we prepare the relevant items, isn't it a simple matter?"

"It is indeed easy, but I want to use this ceremony to invite the immortals to remind everyone of the ancient systems, the history of walking with the Emperor, and... the outlook for the future."

As Zhongli spoke, he looked outside.

The sky above Liyue Harbor now seemed to be shrouded in a shadow. Countless chaotic voices and anxious people began to collide in this prosperous city.

There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

This was not the scene he wanted to see, but he believed that this was definitely not the final appearance.

Any change in history is bound to cause small-scale fluctuations.

As of now, there is actually no problem in handling the Liyue Seven Stars.

The scene was sealed off in time, the Immortal Ancestor's method was hidden, and a contradiction was established, so that the Qianyan Army, who were somewhat confused because of the death of the Emperor, could cheer up and do their work and maintain order.

However, a bigger storm is still brewing in the clouds.

The immortals will get the news soon, and when they arrive at Liyue Harbor, that’s when the test will begin!

The gorgeous room was brightly lit.

Under the magnificent reflection, Ningguang was looking at all the information gathered in front of her, and the context of the incident was slowly pieced together in her mind.

but……

There is no obvious connection between all the intelligence and the Emperor's death.

She felt as if she had grasped something, but not quite grasped it.

He tapped the table again and again with his slender white fingers.

Along with the regular rhythm, the originally confused thinking, as if shrouded in fog, is slowly becoming clearer.

"Why did the Emperor die? With his abilities, there are very few people in this world who can hurt him."

"If it was a natural death... it's a bit far-fetched. How could he die during the Immortal Invitation Ceremony? The communication before that was smooth..."

Ningguang rubbed her brows and stopped thinking because she felt someone coming outside the door.

"Master Ningguang, please see the person holding your gold medal."

"Let him in."

"Yes."

The gorgeous and exquisite door was opened, and Feng Luo walked in from outside with the cool night breeze.

"Ningguang, I have something to tell you!"

"Oh?"

Ningguang's beautiful eyes closed, like a fox.

She lifted up her long white legs, looking as if she was listening attentively.

"Tell me what's going on."