Genshin Impact: I am the Great General of Liyue

"I'm fine, look at me, I'm full of energy. Thanks to my sister, I didn't lose a single hair."

Seeing this, the old craftsman gave Huiyuan a grateful look.

At this moment, Wendy took out the zither from her backpack and became troubled.

"Oh dear, my piano! I think I broke it while running away... tonight's performance..."

"I'm glad you're alright. The instrument can be repaired. My skills aren't so bad that I can't fix something like this. Let me see... I should be able to fix it by tomorrow."

"Really? Thank you, Grandpa!"

The old craftsman didn't say anything more. He took the xylophone, walked to the workbench, picked up his tools, and started repairing it.

Just then, the red-haired swordsman returned and said, "Ah, so you're back... Are you alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine. More importantly, we're supposed to perform tonight..."

Before the other person could finish speaking, Huiyuan suddenly interrupted, "Actually, I have a zither that I can lend to you temporarily."

"Oh, really?!"

"Give."

The poet took the zither and exclaimed excitedly, "Wow—this zither...has a sweet fragrance."

Upon smelling this aura, the wind spirit Wendy was surprised.

"This...this isn't the scent of flowers? Why do you have this scent, Shiqin?"

Pressed by Wendy, Huiyuan fell silent.

Seeing this, the young poet separated the two again, saying, "It's best not to ask things that sister doesn't want to answer. Anyway, let's start tonight's performance once the commotion outside has subsided."

A campfire was lit, and various strange ingredients were put into the pot, thus beginning dinner time.

The bard picked up his lyre, and the wind spirits accompanied him, making his beautiful song even clearer with a gentle breeze.

Legend has it that sunlight bathes all things in its warmth, but when I look up, I see only towering sandstorms...

What kind of blue sky lies hidden behind that? A wall separates us, yet our lives are intertwined...

Strange spirit, can you hear this music? Sing along with me, carry me across the ocean...

Even the smallest hope will bloom like a flower, reaching out to greet the rising sun...

Uneasy notes pulsed, resonating within my heart...

No one can trap the soul; stand up and grow wings.

Fly, like a bird! Fly!

Take me to see this world, take me... take me flying to the highest heavens.

Listening to the young poet's poems, the wind sprite Wendy felt a mix of emotions.

It remained silent, departed again without saying goodbye, and flew to the world outside the city walls, where it went to do something unknown.

Watching Wendy leave, a strange thought came to Huiyuan's mind.

"(Wendy seems so clueless right now... I feel like I could easily fool him. Hey! Maybe... cough cough, I'm a gentleman, how could I do something like that?)"

Nothing happened that night. The noise from the wind forming walls was quite loud, making it difficult to fall asleep, but I eventually drifted off.

The next morning, Huiyuan woke up rubbing her eyes.

Somewhat surprisingly, I didn't sleep for very long this time, unlike before when I would sleep for more than ten hours at a time.

Looking around, they found that the red-haired swordsman was nowhere to be seen.

(Did it wake up before me?)

With this question in mind, Huiyuan went to the street and began to search using her sense of hearing.

In a small alley, the red-haired swordsman seemed to be talking to a middle-aged man.

Following the scent, they found their way there and soon arrived at the place.

The conversation was interrupted at this point, and the two looked over.

At this moment, the middle-aged man said warily, "The 'Wind Flower'?"

Upon hearing this word, Huiyuan was taken aback, not understanding what it meant.

When the red-haired swordsman saw that it was Huiyuan, he lowered his hand slightly and explained, "Don't worry, he's one of us."

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man lowered his guard.

Huiyuan was still confused and asked, "What does 'Wind Flower' mean?"

"This is our secret code for our joint rebellion. Don't worry, after spending time with you yesterday, I've figured out what kind of person you are, Miss. You won't kill me to cover it up."

Hearing the red-haired swordsman say this, Huiyuan was speechless.

"If you hadn't said that comforting word, I wouldn't have been worried."

"Ahaha, sorry, sorry... By the way, could you help me take this back?"

As he spoke, he took out a cloth bag and handed it over.

There was no reason to refuse, so Huiyuan nodded.

On the way back, Huiyuan noticed that there were more people dressed as guards by the roadside, holding portraits and searching for people.

The face painted on that long leather piece resembled the young poet to some extent.

If it weren't for the distinctive features of those two whips, even Sister Tongzi might not have been able to recognize who it was.

There weren't many artists in this era, and the painting techniques were quite backward, which is probably why the paintings were so abstract.

(I heard from the community that most of the people in the surrounding neighborhoods are gay men who believe in the blue sky, so the young poet shouldn't be arrested... unless he does something reckless again.)

Huiyuan's current attire was out of step with the times, and her strange clothes were quite conspicuous, so it was no surprise that she was targeted by the guards.

At this moment, an archer among the guards, with long, beautiful, pale yellow hair and a classic European beauty, walked straight over.

"Hey, have you seen this person before?"

"No."

“Really? But I heard that this wanted criminal was accompanied by a strangely dressed woman when he fled. Why don’t you think back more carefully?”

"Never seen it, no recollection of it. There are plenty of people dressed strangely."

Huiyuan looked directly into the other person's eyes without the slightest fear, her heart completely calm.

If we're exposed, we can just travel back in time; the impact on us now isn't that significant.

Seeing that Huiyuan had no flaws, the female archer didn't linger and left after giving him a suspicious look.

Looking at the bow on her back, Huiyuan suddenly felt that it looked somewhat familiar.

(This bow... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before. In the game... a five-star weapon, ah! It's the "Bow of Amos"! Could it be...?)

Without giving it any further thought, Huiyuan returned to the gathering place in hiding and put down the cloth bag.

By this time, people had already gotten up and were preparing breakfast.

A chef opened the cloth bag and found it contained wild vegetables.

Having spent time together, Huiyuan naturally integrated into the rebel army's headquarters.

Just like the hero in the story, he runs errands and helps out every day.

To be honest, Huiyuan would rather not have the title of hero than do this kind of hard labor.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, everyone had a vague idea that Huiyuan was an outsider.

Having never seen the outside world since birth, Huiyuan represents hope for them.

Time flies, and several nights have passed in the blink of an eye.

Although they didn't know each other's names, a friendship was still formed.