Travel through Teyvat and spend your life with Linghua

Three days later, Kamisato Kayo, the matriarch of the Kamisato family, passed away, and the entire Inazuma Castle was plunged into grief. A simple and solemn funeral was held in the Town Guard Forest, and the people of the city spontaneously came to observe a moment of silence for this venerable woman.

According to Kamisato Kayo's last wishes, all ceremonies were to be kept simple and unadorned, and she was buried beside the deceased patriarch. The sky was overcast, and a drizzle of rain fell, as if mourning the passing of the elder.

In the Guard Forest, the Kamisato warriors formed a silent circle, marking out a tranquil area. Outside the circle, the citizens of Inazuma Castle gathered, their hearts heavy with sorrow as they came to pay their respects. Inside the circle, only Kamisato Ayaka, Kamisato Ayato, Kinyo, and Toma remained.

Despite the presence of hundreds of people outside the circle, the scene was utterly silent, each one seemingly in sync. This silence wasn't indifference, but rather a profound respect and remembrance for the deceased. With eye contact and heartfelt affection, people shared a collective remembrance of Kamisato Kayo's life and contributions to her family and Inazuma.

The guarded forest seemed especially tranquil in the rain, its leaves washed emerald green. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, the entire world standing still for Kamisato Kayo. The funeral, though simple, was filled with deep affection. In this tranquil atmosphere, the Kamisato family quietly spent their final moments beside Kamisato Kayo's body. Their faces were etched with sorrow, their eyes gleamed with tears, their hearts filled with endless longing.

Just then, a sudden commotion erupted from outside the circle. Xinyang and Toma exchanged a glance, then tacitly went to investigate.

I saw Kujo Momo arrogantly leading several warriors and shouting at the top of his voice: "Call out the head of the Kamisato family! I have come here on the orders of Lord Tenryo Bingxing to mourn the old mistress of the Kamisato family." His arrogant look was disgusting.

"Damn it!" Xinyang and Toma cursed inwardly. Xinyang immediately and precisely manipulated the elemental power of wind, skillfully causing the fine raindrops in the air to slowly converge and then mercilessly fall on Jiu Tiao Mo's head. Meanwhile, Toma used his local connections to quietly gather a group of thugs.

At this time, Ayato came forward and even omitted basic etiquette: "My mother has instructed that no one except the Kamisato family will be seen at the funeral. Please go back." Before he finished speaking, Ayato turned around and went back to the funeral scene, leaving Kujo Momo with a look of astonishment.

Kujo Moku had never expected Ayato to be so disrespectful, and a surge of rage instantly washed over him. He glared at Ayato's retreating figure, his eyes wide, cursing profusely. However, at this moment, the warriors standing behind Kujo Moku seemed a little uneasy. They seemed to know something about the situation, and while they were also unhappy with Ayato's attitude, they still risked angering Kujo Moku and tried to stop him, preventing the situation from escalating further.

At the same time, the rain above Jiu Tiao Mo intensified, with bean-sized raindrops falling one after another. Suddenly, a gust of wind howled past, as if carrying some malicious intent, and accurately swept all the umbrellas in Jiu Tiao Mo's and his group into the air. In an instant, Jiu Tiao Mo and his group were completely exposed to the downpour.

The rain poured down in torrents, leaving Jiujo Mo soaked as if he had just been pulled out of the water. The water pounded against his body, making it nearly impossible for him to open his eyes. He looked utterly utterly miserable, his inner anger and humiliation surging like a tide, growing ever stronger.

The people around him all dodged, fearing to get too close to this dangerous creature and risk being caught in its crossfire. Kujo Mo looked around, but couldn't find anyone to vent his anger on. So, he turned his rage on the warriors around him, roaring and shouting at them. But as the rain intensified, he was ultimately forced to leave alone, his figure gradually fading away, disappearing deep into the forest of defense.

However, not long after Kujo Moku left the Guardian Forest, a group of thugs, secretly instigated by Thomas, appeared before him. These thugs, not knowing Kujo Moku, and having received Thomas's instructions before, attacked him without hesitation. Meanwhile, the warriors around Kujo Moku had not yet caught up, leaving him isolated and helpless.

When the warriors finally arrived at the scene, they were dumbfounded by the scene before them - Kujo Moku had been beaten so badly that even his own mother couldn't recognize him.

After sending Jiu Tiao Mo away, Xin Yang quietly returned to the funeral. Ling Hua was kneeling on the ground, her face covered in tears, her eyes, once clear as water, now red from crying.

"Ayahua hasn't recovered yet, so let's take her back to rest first." Ayato said softly.

Xinyang quickly walked to Linghua's side, squatted down, and said softly, "Let's go, Linghua. Don't let your mother worry about you anymore."

However, Linghua seemed unwilling to leave and still knelt there stubbornly.

Seeing this, Ling Ren stepped forward to persuade her again. He gently patted Ling Hua's shoulder and said in a low but firm voice: "Sister, go home."

Finally, after Ayato's repeated persuasion, Ayahua slowly stood up, but her eyes were confused and empty, as if she had lost her soul.

On the way back, the silence was complete, the only sound being the crisp, melancholy sound of raindrops hitting the ground. Xinyang held up an umbrella, trying to tilt it towards Linghua. But Linghua reached out and carefully straightened the umbrella.

Looking at Linghua's cold little hands, Xinyang felt a pang of pain in his heart. He couldn't help but hold them tightly, trying to warm them with the warmth of his palms. The two walked side by side like this, neither of them speaking.

Back at Kamisato House, Xinyang helped Linghua take off her wet clothes, wiped the rain off her body with a towel, and used the wind element to dry her wet hair.

"It's all my fault... It's all because of me that my mother..." Linghua choked with sobs and blamed herself.

"No, this has nothing to do with you. Blame me for not protecting you."

Linghua felt even more aggrieved. "I'm sorry, I'm too weak. My weak mother is leaving me."

Linghua threw herself into Xinyang's arms, "Please don't leave, I-I..."

Xinyang stroked Linghua's head and said, "I swear, I will never leave you again."

I don’t know if it was because of overwork, but Linghua fell asleep in Xinyang’s arms.

Xinyang quietly picked up Linghua and brought her to Linghua's room, then carefully put her down. However, Linghua kept holding onto the corner of Xinyang's clothes. Xinyang had no choice but to sit beside Linghua and wait quietly.