Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

Miss Yi raised her lowered eyes slightly, then quickly lowered them again.

Yan Fei: "......"

Seeing that Yan Fei had not left, Miss Yi Guan raised her head again.

Miss Yi: "Excuse me, are you calling me?"

"Eh?"

Yan Fei looked around and it seemed that there was no one else around.

However, not minding Miss Yi Guan's strangeness, Yan Fei asked, "Excuse me, is Hall Master Hu here?"

"Looking for Master Hu..."

Miss Yiguan replied politely, "The head of the hall is currently resting, so if..."

"Let me talk to her."

The door to the Hall of Rebirth was opened, and a tall figure walked out from the doorway.

"Mr. Zhongli?"

Miss Yi turned around, her tone somewhat surprised: "Why did you come out?"

"Young lady Yi has been keeping watch all night, so you should go and get some rest now."

Zhongli said to Miss Yiguan, "You should take care of your health."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Zhongli."

The maid's tone became more animated. She glanced down at the small figure following behind Zhong Li, nodded slightly as a greeting, and then walked into the Hall of Rebirth.

When Yan Fei saw Zhong Li appear, she was somewhat surprised, but not too surprised. She even relaxed about the investigation.

Although he was only a guest of the Hall of Rebirth, Zhongli was far more famous in Liyue than the poet hall master, and his omniscient knowledge made Yanfei admire him even more.

As a guest elder of the Hall of Rebirth, and having suddenly appeared here, Master Zhongli clearly intends to personally...

"Miss Yun Jin of Yunhan Society is putting on a new play today."

Zhongli said to Yanfei, "If we had come any later, there might not have been any spots left."

"Huh?" Zhongli's words made Yanfei's pupils gradually become dull.

However, Zhong Li seemed oblivious to Yan Fei's change and continued, "Miss Yan Fei, I'll be taking my leave now."

With that, this number one idler of Liyue lifted his foot and walked away without pausing for a moment.

Watching her tall, receding figure gradually disappear, Yan Fei finally came to her senses.

"Mr. Zhongli... he really is enjoying himself."

"Enjoyment? Just a big parasite."

The sound behind her made Yan Fei realize that there was someone standing behind her.

Turning around, he noticed that Mu Xian had glanced at Zhong Li in the distance, and his mood wasn't too good.

"One is handing out flyers, the other is mailing bills; Wangshengtang will be finished sooner or later."

Muttering to himself, Mu Xian took a deep breath and then looked at Yan Fei.

"The sect leader is resting now; it's just the two of us today."

After saying that, Mu Xian didn't want to say anything more and turned his head to wait for Yan Fei's response.

One second, two seconds...

Mu Xian, who hadn't responded for a long time, looked up and found Yan Fei standing there, her face even more blank than before.

"Hey!"

"Oops, sorry, I was daydreaming."

The humble apology made Mu Xian glance at Yan Fei in front of him again.

He remembered that this guy had always been assertive and had never shown this expression before.

Mu Xian might have found it interesting before, but now he doesn't think it has anything to do with him.

"Where are we going today?" Mu Xian turned his gaze away from Yan Fei, then looked into the distance as if his mind was blank.

"Is Wanmintang okay?"

Yan Fei could sense that her tone had become somewhat cautious, completely unlike her usual self.

This tone was not conducive to refuting the laws of Liyue, but for some reason, Yanfei felt a little excited.

It's as if we've returned to the way things were when Mu Xian was still around.

“I remember a shop that had a lot of pastries. Let’s buy some and then go to Wanmintang to talk about what’s next.”

Yan Fei spoke subconsciously, but quickly realized that it was inappropriate.

Coming to my senses, I felt annoyed at my loss of composure while also hoping for a positive response.

"I'm not hungry now."

The cold voice made Yan Fei feel disappointed. She realized that the small figure had already walked past her and was heading towards the Hall of Rebirth.

Yan Fei didn't care about anything else and quickly followed behind Mu Xian.

The two of them stepped onto the ground in unison, making Yan Fei feel a little uneasy.

The silence, coupled with her anxiety, finally made Yan Fei speak.

“Last night I used some methods to investigate the accounts of the Northern Bank.”

Perhaps to avoid seeming too deliberate, Yan Fei specifically mentioned some things about this commission: "We discovered that the funds of the Northern Bank have not seen any large-scale flow recently."

"Mora, who bribed those who spread rumors, was probably not from the Northern Bank."

After speaking, Yan Fei glanced at Mu Xian, only to find that Mu Xian was walking ahead without saying a word.

Yan Fei lowered her head somewhat dejectedly, but a few seconds later she heard Mu Xian's reply.

"The Northern Bank is the Fatui's base in Liyue, and all their operational funds are drawn from the Northern Bank."

Yan Fei looked up with some surprise, only to find that they were still walking ahead, their eyes fixed on each other.

However, a cold, childish voice came from ahead.

“If the Mora didn’t come from the Northern Bank, then it must have been withdrawn from somewhere else.”

As he spoke, Mu Xian felt a mixture of disdain and satisfaction: "Perhaps the Fatui have reached an agreement with another faction in Liyue."

Mu Xian's words struck Yan Fei like a bolt from the blue. Having spent a lot of time with Gan Yu, she knew about the threat the Fatui posed to Liyue.

If what Mu Xian said is true, then this is not just a simple case of spreading rumors.

A sudden worry arose in her heart, and this worry kept Yan Fei from talking to Mu Xian for the rest of the journey.

Yan Fei kept thinking about how to tell Gan Yu about this, but found herself already sitting at the round table in Wanmintang.

Mu Xian was sitting directly opposite Yan Fei, wondering what to eat, when a small yellow bear inadvertently darted in front of him.

"??!"

Seeing Mu Xian's rice crust, he was quite happy, tilting his head, closing his eyes, and waving with a grin.

The simple-minded Guoba made Mu Xian temporarily forget about Yan Fei across from him, and instead remember Guoba's hug not long ago.

In retaliation, Mu Xian stretched out his finger and poked Guoba's forehead again.

Chapter 37 Hook Fruit and Grape Juice

"Guoba, why are you running around again?"

Xiangling appeared next to Guoba, put her hands on her hips, and was about to grab Guoba's ear.

Turning my head, I noticed a familiar person next to me.

"Yan Fei?!"

Xiangling looked delighted: "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to Wanmintang for dinner?"

"With Wanmintang's business so good, why would I possibly bother you?"

Yan Fei replied, "By the way, it's been a long time since I visited Grandma Ping. How is she doing?"

"Grandma Ping is in good health! She calls your name every day."

As she spoke, Xiangling added, "And Yaoyao, she recently got a kitten named Facai."

The sound of porcelain clinking came from behind Xiangling, diverting her attention.

Turning around, I saw that there was another person sitting there besides Yan Fei.

He was about to apologize, but froze when he saw the person's face.

A look of panic appeared in her eyes, but Xiangling quickly suppressed it.

"hello."

Xiangling smiled at Mu Xian, her smile somewhat forced and cautious, her eyes filled with expectation.

Xiangling's voice made Mu Xian look up at her, but he quickly lowered his head again.

"I don't want any slimes."

As Mu Xian spoke, he poked Guoba's forehead again: "A plate of Yan Gang Three Delicacies and a plate of Qing Ce Farmhouse Dishes."

"Please wait a moment, the food will be here soon."

Xiangling seemed to have forgotten about Yanfei sitting next to her. Her tone was no longer as strained as before, and her eyes even showed a hint of brightness.

Without paying attention to the crispy rice crust, she turned and left, the girl's voice coming from the kitchen of Wanmintang.

"Dad, I'll take charge of the cooking this time."

“??, ?!”

At this moment, Guoba suddenly raised both hands. It had been standing still and had been poked on the forehead by Mu Xian, but suddenly ran out of Wanmintang, leaving Mu Xian with his finger outstretched.

"that..."