Mr. Zhongli, we can't slack off anymore!

“Lost in a daze, absent-minded… Is that child about to die?” Old Meng from the Rebirth Hall asked.

At this moment, he and Hu Tao peeked through the door at the travelers in the office. She moved customer information like a walking corpse and mechanically picked up a pen to work, clearly having become a heartless work machine.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that the guest's resignation has had a big impact on her..." Hu Tao said, stroking her chin.

"In the long run, this will also be a huge blow to Wangshengtang," Lao Meng said.

"But somehow, even though efficiency has decreased, we've saved a lot on miscellaneous expenses at the Rebirth Hall. Fewer people mean fewer expenses, and the money we've saved this month is enough for us to open another branch." Hu Tao was weaving a grand business plan in her mind.

"However, Yi Guan's honeymoon will end at the beginning of next month, and she should be able to take over from Lu Ren's sister," Lao Meng said.

"After all, Lu Ren worked for several months during the busiest time at the Rebirth Hall. How about we prepare a farewell ceremony for her?" Hu Tao suggested.

"What does the leader intend to do?" Old Meng had a bad feeling.

"Well, let's invite Xiangling over to cook a big meal and invite all our friends over. The interior of the Rebirth Hall also needs to be decorated. Don't we still have flowers and strips of cloth in our warehouse? Have someone hang them up."

"Although Ms. Lü did not work at our Wangsheng Hall for long, we will keep her photo in the shop so that she knows that everyone at Wangsheng Hall will always remember her."

"Later, take her to have her picture taken, hang it on the wall, put it on an altar with some snacks and fruit. I'll also arrange a memorial tablet. What do you think?" Hu Tao confidently revealed her entire plan.

"Um... I think it's better to give her the money directly so she can use it on her journey," Old Meng gently advised Hu Tao to give up.

The farewell party lacked any joy; instead, it had a deathly atmosphere.

"Hmm, you're right. Let's give her Mora instead," Hu Tao agreed with Lao Meng.

Snapped!

"Ah... I broke the vase..." The traveler squatted down to clean up, cutting his hand on a shard.

Old Meng hurriedly ran over: "I'll take care of it! Little traveler, you can go and rest."

"I'm sorry, I'm a useless piece of trash." The traveler bowed ninety degrees in apology.

She stared at the shards of the vase as if it were she herself who had just broken.

Hu Tao ran over and blocked her view: "This hall master is very good at choosing people. Our Rebirth Hall never accepts useless people! Lu Ren, you should take a break."

"I don't know why, but once I stopped, I didn't want to live anymore." The traveler's eyes were vacant, and his body swayed precariously.

"How about this, I'll grant you a few days of paid leave. Go out and see some sights! Chenyu Valley is a great place. I went there with my guest elder before, and it was pretty good... Ugh!" Before she could finish speaking, Hu Tao realized she had mentioned the person she shouldn't, and immediately swallowed the rest of her sentence.

"I'd better not go." The traveler felt a pang of heartache and just wanted to go back to the hotel and lie down.

"How about Guyun Pavilion? Qingce Manor? Mount Aozang? Or Mondstadt, Inazuma, or Sumeru? Fontaine is in peak tourist season now, that would be nice too." Hu Tao mentioned a few more place names.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master... I'll just wander around," the traveler said.

"Alright, alright! Go ahead, go ahead! The world is so big, go see it!" Hu Tao urged.

After leaving the Hall of Rebirth, the traveler departed Liyue Harbor alone. She had no destination on this journey; she simply walked, climbed mountains, and rested on rocks when tired, with no interest in appreciating the scenery.

Several Hilichurls walked past her without noticing her, mistaking her for part of the rock.

Watching the Hilichurl's departing figure, she felt sorry for herself and lay on the rock, sobbing loudly.

Hearing the noise, the hill dwellers who had gone some distance turned around. The traveler was terrified, thinking he was about to be beaten.

Unexpectedly, a little chutarch took out an apple, placed it on the stone steps in front of her, and started chattering in a language the traveler couldn't understand, before pushing the apple toward her.

"Waaah..." The traveler cried even louder.

The Hilichurls indeed felt sorry for her. Several other Hilichurls gathered around, whispered among themselves, and then began to perform a comical dance in front of the traveler.

"Waaah... Thank you... Waaah..." The traveler was moved to tears and vowed never to fight Hilichurls again in games.

"Boss! We've spotted a few Hilichurls!" A group of treasure hunters approached the traveler.

"The masks on their faces can sell for a lot of money! Catch them!" said the fat man, who was called the boss.

“There’s another woman?” a thin man said.

"Take them all!" the fat man said.

"You're unlucky to have run into us!" the tall man said.

Several Hilichurls drew their bows and arrows, picked up stones, and engaged the treasure hunters in a fierce battle.

However, the treasure-hunting group outnumbered them, and the Hilichurls fell one by one. The little Hilichurl in front of the traveler picked up its club and charged forward, only to be punched to the ground.

As the traveler watched several kind-hearted Hilichurls being defeated, anger flared within her. Yes, she was no longer the weakling who could only hide behind someone; she could fight too.

The traveler summoned a spear and deflected one of the men's swords.

His marksmanship was rudimentary, but the traveler was determined to fight them.

The treasure hunters surrounded the traveler and swarmed him. The traveler gathered his rock elemental power and channeled it into the ground.

The ground trembled slightly, and several rock spikes emerged from the ground, knocking down a few people.

“She has divine eyes!” said the older thief.

"Damn it!" The fat man got up and swung at the traveler again.

The traveler used the Geo element to create a stone wall to block the attack, and then shot the fat leader to the ground.

"Look at this!" A burly thief kicked up a cloud of dirt, blinding the traveler. She rubbed her eyes and flailed her gun around to keep the enemy at bay.

"Out of ideas, huh? Hehe." The skinny man rubbed his hands together as he approached the traveler.

Several talismans fell from the sky, causing the members of the treasure-stealing group to collapse to the ground.

A red-bodied, green-headed stag appeared behind the traveler.

"It's an immortal! We'd better hurry up and leave!" The fat man at the head of the group of thieves scrambled down the mountain.

"So it was True Lord Xiaoyue Zhuyang who came to my rescue. I thank you, True Lord." The traveler said.

"Ahem, no... no need to thank me." True Monarch Xiaoyue Zhuyang tried to cover something up.

"I will send a thank-you gift to your residence another day. I have other matters to attend to today, so I must take my leave." The traveler did not wish to linger, nor did he wish to see anyone.

“Wait, young lady. No need for a thank-you gift; it’s only right for an immortal to save someone. However, you might encounter danger alone in the wilderness. Let me escort you back,” he said.

A lofty immortal wants to send me a mortal?

Ha, there must be something wrong!

The traveler stopped in his tracks upon hearing this: "Did Zhongli send you?"

"Cough cough cough! This immortal doesn't know any Zhongli." He turned away from the deer head, avoiding the traveler's gaze.

"Don't you recognize him? Does the immortal always send mortals home after saving them?" the traveler asked, squinting his eyes.

"Of course." He stiffened his neck, looking like he was trying to hide something.

"So considerate?" The traveler couldn't believe it at all.

"Even immortals must keep up with the times. Enough said, get on my back and I'll take you back to Liyue Harbor." True Lord of the Moonlit Pavilion came to the traveler and lowered his body.

"No," the traveler refused.

"Why! My back is so soft and warm, other mortals don't even have a chance to sit on it." Seeing that this wouldn't work, True Lord Xiaoyue Zhuyang changed his approach.

"Because I'm going to Mondstadt to fight Dvalin! Then I'll go to Inazuma to duel with General Raiden, then challenge Apep! Finally, I'll go to Fontaine and smash up the Inquisition!" the traveler exploded.

If things aren't going well, it's all because she used to be too well-mannered. How could she possibly find a secluded place to cry in frustration? From now on, she'll be happy like a shrew every day!

"This..." It was very difficult for True Monarch Xiaoyue Zhuyang.

"How about this: I don't want to ride on a deer's back! I want to ride on a dragon's back. Go find me an immortal who can turn into a dragon and take me home!" The traveler was still not satisfied.