Travel through Teyvat and spend your life with Linghua

True Lord Xueyue Zhuyang's mind was a mess at the moment, his CPU about to burn out. He couldn't comprehend the situation in front of him, and kept muttering, "Is this so? I don't understand. I really don't understand!"

Seeing the bewildered and troubled look on the face of the True Lord Xueyue Zhuyang, True Lord Lishui Dieshan couldn't help but burst out laughing. He then said, "Haha, don't be impatient. Love affairs in this world are always very complicated. It's normal for old folks like us to not understand them."

Upon hearing this, True Lord Xueyue Zhuyang shook his head helplessly and sighed heavily, "Ah, forget it. But then again, is it really appropriate for us to just leave like this? It feels a bit too hasty."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present subconsciously stopped in their tracks. True Lord Xueyue Zhuyang even instinctively moved away from Xianyun and Aping.

"It's true that we left a little hastily. It took so long for our old friend to come back, but we only had a brief chat and now we're leaving. I always feel like something's missing."

"How about we prepare some gifts for Gui Zhong to recuperate? Although these gifts may not be particularly valuable, they at least represent our thoughts and considerations."

"But Gui Zhong and the Emperor are chatting enthusiastically right now. If we rashly go and give them gifts now, wouldn't it seem inappropriate?" Xianyun frowned slightly, and there was obvious hesitation in his words.

"This is indeed a very difficult matter, but if I just leave without saying a word, I will always feel guilty." Lishui Dieshan Zhenjun touched his chin with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Oh, forget it, stop thinking about it. We haven't been together for a long time. Why do we have to dwell on these complicated things?" Ping waved her hand, trying to relax everyone.

"Having said that, we still have to be more thorough in terms of etiquette, otherwise it would seem that we are becoming more and more ignorant." True Lord Xueyue Zhuyang still looked conflicted.

At this moment, Xin Yang, who had been silent the entire time, stood up and offered a suggestion: "My fellow True Lords, since you're all undecided, why not take my advice? We haven't seen each other in ages. Why don't we get together at Liyue Harbor, have a good meal, relax, and catch up on old times?"

Xin Yang paused for a moment, then continued, "Later, let's prepare a delicious meal and the gifts for Gui Zhong. Then, we can go visit Gui Zhong with the immortals who weren't present today. This way, we won't disturb Gui Zhong and the Emperor's lively conversation, and we can all enjoy this rare time together. Zhongli and Gui Zhong will surely be happy to see everyone so lively. What do you think of this idea?"

"Well! This is a good idea. You are much smarter than your master." True Lord Xueyue Zhuyang nodded and praised.

Xianyun didn't get angry after hearing this, but laughed and joked, "That's natural. As this immortal's direct disciple, it's normal for you to be smarter than me. Unlike someone who hasn't had a disciple for thousands of years." As he spoke, he deliberately glanced in the direction of True Lord Xueyue Zhuyang, his eyes full of a playful look.

Upon hearing this, True Lord Xueyue Zhuyang immediately jumped up, his face flushed red as he argued, "Humph! I haven't met the right one yet. If I did meet someone who's destined for me, the disciple I'd teach would definitely be no worse than Xinyang!"

When the immortals saw this scene, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Let's go, let's go to Liyue Harbor."

So, a group of immortals headed towards Liyue Harbor in a lively manner.

On the other hand, ever since Ying regained consciousness from the earth veins, he seemed to have lost his soul. He had no energy and looked extremely listless.

Xinyang and Linghua were filled with worry when they saw Ying's condition. After exchanging a glance, they decisively said goodbye to everyone, supporting Ying on either side, and headed straight for Bubulu.

Halfway through the journey, Ying still looked distraught and listless, with empty eyes, as if she was still immersed in the things she had experienced in the earth veins, and seemed a little unresponsive to everything in the outside world.

Linghua felt a little scared and whispered to Ying, "Ying, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, we'll be at Bubulu soon."

Ying raised her head slightly, forced a smile, and responded: "Well, thank you, I'm fine, I just feel a little tired, maybe I just need a rest."

Although Ying said so, her pale face and weak tone made people feel uneasy.

When they reached the steps in front of the Bubu Hut, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Four Abyss Apostles suddenly appeared without warning and pounced on Xinyang, Linghua, and Ying without a word.

The situation was extremely urgent and there was no time to think. Xinyang instantly summoned the West Wind Sword and rushed forward without hesitation.

The four abyss apostles cooperated very well. Their attacks were fierce, rapid, and continuous. Even if Xinyang responded with all his strength, he could only be deadlocked with them for a while, and it was difficult to quickly determine the winner.

Seeing this, Linghua hurriedly summoned the Mist Cutting Light and wanted to join the battle.

But just as Linghua was distracted, a portal to the abyss suddenly appeared behind her, and a man slowly emerged. Surprisingly, his clothing was strikingly similar to Ying's, yet he exuded an elusive aura. Before Linghua could react, the man launched a lightning-fast kick at her.

Linghua had no time to dodge and was violently knocked back by the sudden kick. The man caught Ying, who was about to fall. Without even a glance at the others, he turned and walked straight back into the abyssal gate with Ying. With a flash of distorted light and shadow, the man and Ying disappeared together, as if they had never appeared in the first place.

At the same time, the four abyss apostles who were in a stalemate with Xinyang seemed to have received some kind of instructions. They flashed and entered an abyss gate that suddenly appeared beside them, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the chaotic and fierce fighting scene just now disappeared, leaving only Xinyang, Linghua and the panic-stricken Paimeng standing there blankly. The three of them looked at each other with astonishment in their eyes. No one expected such a sudden change.

Seeing this, Xin Yang rushed to Ling Hua's side, waving his hands rapidly. A gentle healing wind immediately surged from his palms, gently wrapping Ling Hua's arm that had just been kicked. Xin Yang asked with concern, "Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere else?"

Linghua shook her head slightly, but her eyes couldn't hide her anxiety and worry. She said anxiously, "I'm fine, but Ying has been captured by that guy. What should we do? Why don't we go find Master and the others? They are all immortals, so they will definitely be able to find a way."

Paimeng finally came back to his senses from his shock and shouted, "That man just now is the brother Ying has been looking for!"

Linghua's eyes widened as she asked in disbelief, "Paimeng, what did you say? That man just now was Ying's brother? This...how is this possible? Paimeng, are you sure you didn't see it wrong? Then why did he take Ying away like this, and even attack us?"

Paimon flew back and forth in front of the two of them anxiously, saying anxiously: "I...I don't know either, but he really is Ying's brother. He is the Prince of the Abyss. Ying and I have met him before, so we will definitely not make a mistake."

Xinyang pondered silently for a moment, then said, "It'll be fine. Since he's Ying's brother, it's logical for him not to harm her. Maybe he felt so bad seeing his sister so distraught and depressed that he was so eager to take Ying away."