Genshin Impact: I am the Great General of Liyue

After the two entered the Dust Song Pot, Granny Ping looked at Huiyuan with a curious gaze.

"Little sister, which immortal's disciple are you?"

Lingling looks like a young girl, so Grandma Ping naturally started calling her "little sister".

"Nice to meet you, Grandma Ping. My name is Lingling, and my immortal name is Rao Lu An Tian. I am not a disciple of any immortal."

"Hmm...? I see, the aura of the Emperor's Contract..."

When Granny Ping first saw Huiyuan, she mistook him for the Emperor because of the aura of a contract, his completely unfamiliar appearance, and the energy fluctuations unique to the Heart of God. Only when she discovered that his immortal aura was different from the Emperor's did she realize that he was not the Emperor.

After carefully examining Huiyuan, Grandma Ping praised it.

"These young people are truly formidable..."

If Granny Ping hadn't seen Wendy once when the Emperor and the Wind God signed the peace treaty, and knew that he couldn't transform into any appearance other than a boy, she would have mistaken Huiyuan for Wendy upon discovering the energy fluctuations of the Wind God's Heart.

(Such powerful wind element, truly a force to be reckoned with. Sister Lingling, you must have been instructed by some old friend to come and help preside over the celestial ceremony. Hmm? There's a hint of the wind god's aura. Sister Lingling, who exactly is she...? Let's not ask too much, let's see how the little ones in the pot are doing...)

Paimon, regaining his senses, exclaimed in surprise at his surroundings.

"here it is...?"

The setting is different from Huiyuan's Dust Song Pot. Granny Ping's Dust Song Pot is in the style of a fairy cave, somewhat similar to the cave of the True Lord of Cloud-Borrowing Wind. However, it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a long time, as spiders have made their home there.

Grandma Ping's voice came into the pot.

"Alright, kids, this is the pot where I keep my things. Go find the bell."

The sudden sound startled Paimon.

"Whoa! It sounds like Grandma's voice. She said... this is her pot? Could this be the Dust Song Pot?"

"Sigh, it seems like it hasn't been swept in a long time. There are so many cobwebs... Kids, could you please help this old woman clean up this place?"

It's more than just spider webs; due to the accumulation of elemental energy, there are even quite a few elemental creatures here, such as crystal butterflies and slimes.

Paimon began to speculate: "You said... this old woman has the Dust-Song Pot and the 'Dust-Cleansing Bell,' could she be an immortal...?"

Ying made a thoughtful expression.

The two continued walking forward. Paimon looked at the surrounding scenery and the familiar mechanisms, becoming increasingly certain of his guess.

"I'm increasingly convinced that my grandmother is an immortal. But shouldn't immortals all live in the Cloud Realm? Why is she staying in the city?"

Paimon asked this question because he didn't consider Hunyuan a deity. After all, their first encounter was in Mondstadt, and Hunyuan behaved just like an ordinary person, making it impossible to associate him with a deity.

"Wow... how many layers does this pot have? If only we had a Dust Song Pot. At least we wouldn't have to camp out in the wild."

Grandma Ping silently kept Paimon's wish in her heart, planning to make a new Dust Song Pot for Paimon and Ying later. After all, Ying had helped clean the Dust Song Pot, and she wanted to repay that kindness tenfold. Besides, in Grandma Ping's eyes, Paimon and Ying were quite adorable. Just imagine going to your mother-in-law's house for a week and coming back ten pounds heavier, and you'll understand how Grandma Ping views Ying now.

Not long after, the two found the Cleansing Bell.

"Found it already? Young people are quick on their feet. Let me see... How do you set up the exit again? My memory is terrible... This should do it, kids, hurry up and come out."

Ying and Paimon touched the suddenly appearing array, and when they opened their eyes again, they were back in reality.

"Young people are quick and efficient; they got it in no time..."

Ying recalled Paimon's guess and asked curiously.

Are you an immortal?

"Immortal... I haven't heard anyone seriously mention those two words in a long time. As for whether I am an immortal or not, child, don't you understand in your heart?"

Listening to his mother-in-law's cryptic remarks, Paimon scratched his not-so-bright little head, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Hmm... I think I understand, but I don't think I fully understand. But Grandma, you... you just gave us the bell like that? Aren't you surprised? The Rock King Emperor just had an accident, and we rushed to you to ask for the bell back..."

“Silly children, throughout Liyue's history, countless immortals have departed, and countless storms have been stirred up. But in every instance, the proper procedure has always been to ensure the ‘Farewell Ceremony’ is conducted properly before arranging anything else. Constantly shouting ‘Catch the culprit’ while neglecting the ‘Farewell Ceremony’ is, in my opinion, putting the cart before the horse. Now that you've come to borrow the bells, I suspect that some old friend has finally had enough and stepped in to take charge. So, how could I refuse to lend you the bells?”

"Can I have this bell?"

Hearing Sparkle's request, Paimon was at a loss for words. Sparkle had become increasingly pathetic lately; who did she learn this personality from? Surely not Venti, right?

"Give it to you? You're such a straightforward child, hahaha, take it if you want. But this bell is very attached to its home, who knows when it might sneak back to this old woman's place. Alright, now that you've got it, hurry back, don't let it interfere with your business. Also, please pass on a message to the person who sent you, saying... if you have time, you can come over for tea. This old woman doesn't have much, but I do have a teapot."

"Yes! We've got it, thank you, Grandma!"

After Paimon and Grandma Ping thanked them, Ying and Huiyuan also said their goodbyes and headed to the venue for the "Sending Off the Immortals Ceremony".

"Sister Lingling, do you know who that old woman is?"

Paimon still couldn't figure out Grandma Ping's true identity. After all, she hadn't openly admitted to being an immortal, and none of the immortals he'd met before were old, so he couldn't understand Grandma Ping's intentions at all.

"Of course I know, and you'll find out her identity in the future."

"Why are you starting to keep me in suspense now..."

(Being a riddle teller is fun, and being a riddle teller forever is even more fun. Finally, one day, it was my turn, General "Dawn's," turn to be a riddle teller! Waaaaaah!)

The "Sending Off the Immortals Ceremony" was very close by, and we arrived at the scene in no time.

The surrounding area was already very well prepared. After Zhongli directed the porters to unload the goods, he looked at the crowd...