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

"They're distant relatives," the traveler added.

The traveler's agreement to sign the will did not mean she had forgiven Zhong Li; she simply did not want to put Yan Fei in a difficult position.

"The heir hasn't seen the entire estate yet, has he?" Yan Fei asked.

"No. No need." The traveler felt very tired.

"Alas, as a notary and heir, I must have seen the property in person for the will to be valid. If I signed it blindly and the discrepancies in the amounts are not accurate, then it would be my dereliction of duty."

Yanfei is the best lawyer in Liyue, and her excellent reputation among the people of Liyue is due to her careful and cautious approach to every step.

"Ok."

A traveler's rock butterfly landed on the pot, and a dazzling white light enveloped everyone present.

*

Inside the Dust Song Pot.

Sunlight, wind, flowing water, rock formations...

What comes into view is a vast man-made garden, perched atop a giant rock. Around the rock are other landscapes built on the rocks, connected by bridges that resemble golden silk.

Thick clouds and mist hung beneath the giant rock.

Unlike the other immortals' grottoes, there are no mechanisms here.

"Follow me." Zhongli led the way, and the traveler and Yanfei followed him.

The thin bridge is very stable and looks soft and smooth, but it is not.

The initial view is just the external landscape; as you venture deeper, there are layers of scenery, some resembling Liyue, while others are completely different.

There's a place that looks a lot like Mt. Aozang, another that looks a lot like Shenyu Valley, but none of them resemble Liyue Harbor.

We arrived at a rocky landscape with a dense bamboo forest. Passing through the bamboo forest, we came to a secluded dwelling. Surrounded by tall buildings and countless magnificent structures, we found ourselves at this relatively simple residence.

The building has only two floors, is made of wood, and is nothing special; it's a common sight in Liyue Harbor.

The rock butterfly on the traveler's shoulder landed on the lock of the gate, and the stone lock opened.

It turns out that the rock butterfly is a key that can unlock locks.

Zhongli opened the door, and the scent of sandalwood wafted out. In the center stood a bronze incense burner, surrounded by neatly arranged antiques: porcelain vases, calligraphy and paintings, jade artifacts... If he were to examine each item one by one, it would probably take until the next day.

Seeing these things cheered the traveler up a little.

"Please follow me." Zhongli walked into the inner room.

The inner room was filled with the Rainbow-Piercing Spear and various exquisite celestial artifacts. Each piece was priceless.

"The upstairs is my living quarters, and the downstairs contains some used clothes and utensils, which are not included in the inheritance, so there's no need to look at them."

"Okay, wait a moment." Yan Fei left the inner room to go outside and take inventory of the inheritance.

“Traveler, come and try.” Zhongli raised the Rainbow-Piercing Spear.

The traveler didn't think much of it and took it in his hand.

Zhongli released his grip, and the traveler held it effortlessly.

Has my power increased?

still is……

"I've cast a spell on it, so you can use it too."

"You still remember."

The traveler was almost crushed by this gun before, but now he can pick it up easily.

"Good memory."

"Oh."

The traveler put the rainbow-piercing spear back on the shelf.

She won't use this weapon.

It lacked the smoothness of a star-crossed journey, and when the traveler picked it up, she clearly sensed its resistance to the water element on her body.

It may be much better than a practice weapon, but it's not suitable for travelers.

Its only use is to evoke memories of loved ones upon seeing it.

“I have prepared a bedroom for you. You can move in anytime you need. It is located on the highest rock.”

Isn't that the most magnificent building atop the tallest rock?

If it weren't for the fact that it's in Teyvat, I would have thought it was the Heavenly Palace.

Is this the true power of the Rock King Emperor?

No, why would he live in such a cramped place?

He must have his reasons for doing this, but I can't ask him.

"Would you like to explore other places? There's a library nearby where you can find all the books Liyue has ever read, from ancient times to the present."

"no need."

"The accommodation prepared for you is a bit larger than the dormitory at the Rebirth Hall. Would you like to take a look?"

"no need."

"There is a garden that collects exotic flowers and plants from seven countries. If you have some free time, I'll take you to see it."

"no need."

"Very well, you must be tired today. I will give this place to you in the form of a contract, and you can look at it slowly in the future."

Yan Fei, holding a wooden box, waited for the two to finish their conversation before daring to interrupt: "Gentlemen, I have completed the inventory of the estate. There are 521 buildings on the cliff, requiring no repairs, and the furniture is complete. There are 49,033 pieces of porcelain and 20,000 pieces of jade..."

The traveler paid no attention to what was said after that.

"Mora, sixty-nine million. That's the entire estate." Yan Fei finished reading.

"How do you have so much money!" The traveler only came to his senses when he heard Mora's voice.

“I always forget to bring money,” he replied.

The traveler couldn't believe a word of it: had he stolen from the Golden House, or had he secretly made some himself?

I hope the General Affairs Department won't come after me...

Oh well, I've already been a wanted criminal in Fontainebleau anyway.

“This is an extra item. It’s not on the estate list. Should we add it, Mr. Zhongli?” Yanfei placed the wooden box on the round table next to her.

"Let it go; it's not an inheritance."

*

Back to Qingyun Peak.

"Please sign in these two places," Yan Fei said, pointing to the signature areas on the will.

Golden particles of light swept across the desk, and writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones appeared.

The ink was ready. Zhongli dipped his brush in the ink and wrote his name—Zhongli—after "the successor." When the ink was half-dry, he pushed it in front of the traveler.

The traveler turned his head away and reached out to Zhongli for a pen.

Couldn't he just conjure up two calligraphy brushes? So stingy!

The expected feeling of a heavy brush in one's hand did not materialize.

What awaited him was him taking the traveler's hand and adjusting it to the correct pen-holding posture.

"Mr. Zhongli, you can't sign a will like this." Out of a sense of responsibility, Yanfei reminded Zhongli that he shouldn't hold the traveler's hand while signing.

I prayed a thousand times that the whole process would go smoothly and that I could get off work early.

"Don't worry, I know the nature of the contract. I just want to hand the pen over to her," Zhongli explained.

A seemingly ordinary sentence sent shivers down Yan Fei's spine.

Yan Fei understood that the other party didn't seem to be angry with him, and he didn't want to show it. The perceptive Yan Fei noticed the barely concealed irritation and anger.

"Let go." The traveler pulled his hand out of his grasp and signed "Lu Ren" after "Heir".

"Your handwriting is getting better and better." Zhongli looked at the traveler's gentle expression, as soft as the moon's reflection in water.

The traveler at this moment had no interest in appreciating it: "What's the point of saying all this? You won't be able to see it again anyway."

One of them appeared angry but was inwardly sad. The other appeared calm but was inwardly agitated.

They are all difficult to please.

Having seen so much Yan Fei, all I wanted to do was finish my work and go home as soon as possible.

"I will now sign the notary's document." Yan Fei signed the document in two seconds and tidied the original will in another second: "I will read the will at the funeral, and it will take effect immediately after it is read. I'll be going now."

Yan Fei calmly stood up, walked to a blind spot, and used her magic to leave this place of trouble.

"I'm going back." She stood up, but tripped over a protruding stone slab and fell right into Zhongli's arms.

He remained seated in his chair, and everything was perfectly coincidental.

The traveler was in a bad mood and had no time for romantic filters. His first instinct was to sit up and use his visual senses to check if the protruding stone slab was man-made.

The darkness obscured my vision, and the gloves felt like leather.

Hmph, trying to cover it up only makes it more obvious.

"Let me go, I want to go back."

"No." Soft lips pressed against her earlobe.

A tingling sensation quickly spread from the neck to the entire back.