Genshin Impact: I am the Great General of Liyue

Ying has been troubled by a question recently, and Huiyuan knows the answer to it very well.

But Huiyuan didn't intend to answer her question, because Wendy would answer it for her.

"I know what you want to ask: [What exactly is the 'Wind Flower'?] And what do the Wind Flowers and the Wind Flower Festival mean in the eyes of Barbatos, the god of the wind?"

After posing the question, Wendy held her lyre and gave the answer while playing it.

"As you can see, the people of Mondstadt have different choices. Some have chosen dandelions from among thousands of flowers, while others have chosen windmill chrysanthemums."

Besides dandelions and windmill chrysanthemums, some people also consider Cecilia flowers to be "flowers of the wind," such as Beatrice, Firefly, and Echeveria.

Some people also think that sweet flowers are "wind flowers", such as Abedo, Sugar and Timaus.

Razor thought it was a hook-shaped fruit, Klee thought it was a small lamp vine, and Mona... she stayed home doing research during the holidays, her heart filled with nothing for the Wind Flower.

Paimon pondered for a moment and came to a conclusion.

"The flower of the wind in everyone's heart seems to be different."

"Yes, that's how it should be. There's no single answer, and there was never a 'Wind Flower' that truly existed."

As she said this, Wendy's eyes flashed with sadness for half a second before she began to explain.

"The term 'Wind Flower' was originally just a code word used by people in the old Mondstadt era to communicate and pledge their resistance. At that time, people often said: 'The stronger the wind, the more stable the roots of the Wind Flower, and the more brightly the flower blooms.'"

In my opinion, it neither exists nor is it everywhere. It is the soul yearning for freedom, the courage to chase the wind... Everything beautiful and worthy of blessing can be a flower of the wind.

Listening to Wendy's explanation, Paimon suddenly realized and said, "Something that seems not to exist, yet is everywhere, is like the wind!"

Seeing that Paimon had come to this conclusion, Wendy put away her harp, turned around, and looked over.

"Haha, you're right. Therefore, Barbatos, the god of wind, won't define what a 'wind flower' is. A flower of blessing, a flower of reverence, a flower of deep love. Everyone will have their own wind flower, and everyone has the right to define it freely."

"The flower that the city of freedom dedicated to the wind god is indeed very free."

After Paimon finished his reflections, Ying agreed.

"I also like the feeling of freedom."

Seeing this, Wendy looked at Huiyuan, her eyes seeming to ask, "And you, Huiyuan?"

After a moment of silence, Huiyuan exhaled and replied, "Freedom is a very precious thing, and I cherish it very much."

Upon hearing the answer, Wendy smiled happily and continued speaking.

"People come together because of a common will. What draws us together must be the wind of freedom. It comes from the end of the journey, from the edge of the world. It comes from our hearts, and it never stops."

As he spoke, he turned around, looked up at the sky, and closed his eyes.

"Who gently caresses your wounded yet resolute face, by the stream, beside the giant rock?"

"Who is it that embraces your weary yet noble soul, in the deepest dreams, in the highest heavens?"

"My dear friend, I'll take your hand and lead you into the brightly lit night."

"Let me tell you from the beginning, the symphony of freedom and dreams during the festival."

After a long silence, Wendy opened her eyes.

"The Wind and Flower Festival originated in the 'Northern Crown, the City of Freedom.' So, if you ask me, 'What should we do on this day?', 'How should we do it? For whom?', 'Be low-key? Be brave?', 'Take the initiative? Or wait passively?'... well... my answer is: as long as there's a shared feeling of longing, it's all the same. It all depends on what's in your heart."

The roar of a dragon echoed from the sky; it was Dvalin's way of thanking the people on the tower.

Dvalin has probably already noticed that the surrounding environment is very clean, and even the air is filled with wind elemental power.

For someone who has no material needs, this gift is wonderful.

The sky darkened, and the moon rose.

Having obtained the answer regarding the Wind Flower, Luminous and Paimon enjoyed the scenery for a while before returning to Mondstadt.

Wendy sat quietly on the edge, gazing up at the starry sky.

Huiyuan didn't rush to leave, but leaned against the pillar, secretly watching him.

It has discovered the gift that everyone prepared for Dvalin.

However, the gift that Ke Huiyuan prepared for Wendy was still nowhere to be found.

Did Wendy deliberately not notice?

Absolutely not, I'm certain, it's just that Wendy didn't notice.

(This is so frustrating... I want to see Wendy's reaction. Oh well, I'll just tell him directly...)

Just as Huiyuan was about to call out Wendy's name, a spirit blocked her way.

This is the young poet with black hair and black eyes, who looks just like Wendy.

He held Huiyuan tightly with one hand, made a quiet gesture, and the next second he quietly approached Wendy.

Seeing this, Huiyuan understood everything.

It turns out that Wendy wasn't too oblivious to notice; rather, the young poet had been hiding his true self all along, even fooling Huiyuan.

What is he trying to achieve by doing this?

He suddenly slapped Wendy on the shoulder with a big smile.

Unexpectedly, Wendy was startled.

He turned around angrily and looked behind him.

"Huiyuan, this kind of joke isn't funny... Ah... You, you are."

Upon seeing that familiar face, Wendy's heart stopped for a moment.

He instantly understood everything; the Liyue immortals' talk about the Hunyuan resurrecting the dead was true.

But he was speechless for a moment, unable to utter a single word as he looked at his old friend.

Wendy, did you miss me?

The young poet spoke, and Wendy, as if waking from a dream, burst into tears.

The wind blew his hat into the air, and the wind sprite named Wendy closed her eyes and smiled.

"Honestly, why do you have to be so mysterious... Little poet, it's been a long time."

Seeing the two reunited, Huiyuan left with a sense of relief.

You've done another good deed...

Back in Mondstadt, Hunyuan slept until noon the next day.

The holiday is over, and the problems have been resolved, leaving a sense of emptiness.

"Sigh...who should I resurrect next?"

As Huiyuan walked along the road, he began to think.

Just then, I caught sight of several familiar figures.

Looking over, Courteney and Wendy were having lunch in the shade.

The scene was quite bizarre, as two of the knife and fork sets were floating in mid-air.

Suddenly, the roasted meat on the floating fork disappeared, and then a boy's voice appeared.

"Mmm~~~ Is this barbecue?! It's delicious!"

Huiyuan focused his senses and finally saw what was going on.

It turned out to be two ghosts, half-soul and half-physical, "Courtney's older brother" and "Wendy's young poet friend," enjoying a meal.