Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

Qingnuoyan didn't know.

I just feel a little sad.

Those eyes were like those of a deer in the forest.

Seemingly noticing the gaze directed at them, the girl turned around, and their eyes met.

Now Qing Nuoyan could see those eyes even more clearly; their color was as beautiful as amber, yet also as solidified as amber.

He was observing the girl in the middle of the lake, and the girl was also observing him.

Gan Yu frowned slightly.

The uninvited guest looked very young; sweat trickled down his clean profile, and his chest rose and fell slowly as he exhaled. The young man seemed to be carrying someone on his back...

A blonde girl lay on his back, her slender wrists wrapped around the boy's neck from behind and hanging naturally in front of his chest, her delicate chin resting on his shoulder.

They looked very affectionate.

Gan Yu, a Qilin who values ​​etiquette, frowned. She simply felt that such behavior in front of her master's immortal abode was somewhat unseemly.

Indecent.

Or rather, it shows disrespect to the immortal master.

That's what she thinks.

Ying also noticed the rain on the lake. She glanced at the rain and then at Qing Nuoyan, feeling indignant and becoming wary: What are these two doing exchanging glances?

She defiantly rubbed her cheek against the boy's soft hair, like a kitten marking its territory, and stuck out her tongue at Gan Yu in a provocative manner.

...How come it's gotten even worse?

She sighed helplessly. Oh well, it's none of her business anyway, why bother worrying about it?

This had nothing to do with Gan Yu.

Why should she care? She didn't know.

Today, she returned to Mount Aozang after a long absence. After visiting her master, she found herself drawn back to this lake, and inexplicably... she stared at the stone bench for a long time.

But it was just a stone bench.

A stone bench that has been abandoned for a long time and no one cares about it.

There were four stone benches in total: the Rock King Emperor, her master, the Dust Demon God, and the person she would never mention again, or rather, the person she hated.

That person always liked to... put food on the stone bench, tofu soup... yes, it's known locally as jade tofu soup.

He said that although his master was disdainful, it was called 'tsundere,' a strange word. He also said that if it was left here, it would disappear tomorrow, and his master would always come to eat it.

Indeed, it always disappeared the next day, but sometimes she stole it and ate it.

Gan Yu still remembers the taste: the hot tofu was soft and tender, and the vegetable leaves were added to the soup. There were no extra seasonings, just the natural fragrance of the ingredients.

However, the taste in her memory has become blurry, because Gan Yu has never eaten 'Jade Tofu Soup' again.

No one offered her any "tribute" to steal it.

She was lost in thought about these strange things until two uninvited guests interrupted her reverie.

"Is that Senior Sister Gan Yu?"

Shen He clearly recognized Gan Yu's identity, and she said, "So Senior Sister has already arrived..."

Gan Yu smiled and nodded at Shen He, "Hello, I'm Gan Yu."

Shen He blushed slightly, but remained expressionless as she calmly explained, "Master was supposed to have me greet Senior Sister... but because we met these two, Shen He was slightly delayed..."

"It's nothing serious. I've already met with my master."

Gan Yu was a gentle person, and she comforted Shen He instead:

"It's getting late, and I still have official business to attend to, so I must take my leave now. If you come to Liyue in the future, my junior sister, please come and see me again."

She's a workaholic.

It was indeed getting late; the sun was setting, and the afterglow of the sunset slanted across the mountains.

As she spoke, she stepped onto the shore, brushed past Qingnuo Rock, and then bid farewell and left.

"Idiot, do what you're supposed to do." Ying pinched Qing Nuoyan's cheek. "Weren't you supposed to offer tribute?"

Offering sacrifices...?

Gan Yu paused in her departing figure, and subconsciously turned her face to the side.

"Okay, okay."

Qing Nuoyan put Ying down. Seeing that the stone bench was messy and overgrown with daylilies, he started to pull away the weeds to make room. He then placed the food box on it and took out the food inside.

Throughout the journey, he used fire element minerals to line the outside of the food box to keep it warm, so when the food box was opened, it was still steaming hot inside, with a thin layer of water vapor rising from it.

The first food box contained 'Jade Pearl White Jade Soup', which Qing Nuoyan brought out first.

The air is filled with a pleasant fragrance.

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Volume One: Chapter Eighty, "Who is disturbing my peace in the mountains?"

"Hello, hello..."

What sound is calling to Fushe?

The voice was very soft, as soft as grains of salt fluttering in the summer sun.

As the waves wash over the beach and the tide recedes, the seawater evaporates, leaving behind fine sea salt that shimmers in the golden sunlight—this is the impression that Fushe has.

"Wake up," the owner of the voice said gently.

"Don't go to sleep."

Fushe slowly opened her eyes. What greeted her was the blinding sunlight. Large patches of orange sunlight spread across the field. The person was facing away from the sunlight, making it impossible to see her face.

The skirt is pure white, sheer and light.

The back of his head felt soft, like resting on soft sand. Fu She realized he was resting his head on the girl's lap.

Fushe paused for a moment, and the next second, the overwhelming roar of the demon god resounded once again in the depths of his soul.

Overwhelming karmic burdens surged in his eyes, making them wild and violent. He gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing the throbbing deep within his soul.

pain....

A near-numb pain shot through his wrist. Fushe subconsciously raised his hand, revealing a deep red, almost blackish cross-shaped wound deeply etched on his pulse. Because the blood had almost completely drained, the surrounding skin appeared deathly white.

[Remaining lifespan: 60 days]

I injured myself.

Fushe remembered that he had just... perhaps bled himself a long time ago.

Because the violent and evil thoughts could not be suppressed at that time, moderate bloodletting could reduce mental activity and weaken the body, which would help suppress the violent emotions.

He often does this, but this time, it seems he messed up.

"You strong people..." The girl who helped him also stared at the wound on his wrist. She paused, then laughed, "Are all your training methods this perverse?"

"You are...?"

His mind was in a daze, and Fu She couldn't remember who the person in front of him was.

"Eh...?"

The girl exaggeratedly put on a sad expression, and said in a feigned angry tone, "Hey...hey hey hey, we should have met before, right? At least once."

"Sorry, I don't remember very well."

"Hmm, it was more than two hundred years ago... Hint: the War of the Demon Gods."

Fu She frowned. The war between the demon gods... was this girl also a colleague who had experienced the war between the demon gods...? But why didn't he have much of an impression of her?

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Fushe couldn't recall her, but the girl wasn't particularly angry. She always seemed to have this gentle demeanor, always smiling, and her eyes were always as clear as a mountain spring.

She tucked her long, silvery-white hair behind her ear and said, "Because I left...maybe it should be called 'escape' instead."

The girl laughed self-deprecatingly, her silver hair shimmering in the golden sunlight.

Heureia.

Fushe finally remembered who the person in front of him was: the Salt Demon God, the ruler of the Salt of the Earth, Heureia.

The War of the Demons is a war fought between demons and gods in the mortal world for power.

However, among all the demons, the Salt Demon Heureia is an exception; she is not powerful.

Or rather, she was very delicate.

She deeply loathed the so-called war and took the initiative to back down and compromise, leaving the center of the conflict.

He traveled south to Tianheng, east to Yaoguang, west to Jueyun, and north to Qingce, traversing the vast lands of Liyue. Finally, in a desolate and remote place, he carved out a land called "Salt in the Earth".

Fushe walked towards a land far from human habitation, and unintentionally arrived in the territory of the Salt God.

"I...I'll leave now."

He struggled to sit up, but the filthy sounds around him grew even louder.

The karmic obstacles surged up, and I felt as if my soul was about to shatter. My karmic obstacles started acting up again, once or twice a week, but recently the frequency has been increasing.

This time it's especially serious.

A bloodlust welled up in his eyes.

"Hey, hey... I'm not trying to kick you out, hey!"

Lia pressed down on Fushe's shoulder, tilting her head slightly to examine him.