I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [113]

After signing the contract with Zhongli in a somewhat dazed state, it wasn’t until the Traveler stepped out of Northland Bank that she began to regain her senses.

She was still a little confused about what had just transpired.

Noticing her expression, Paimon, who knew her well, immediately floated over with an eager grin.
"This was a huge win! Using the words of Liyue merchants, we’ve made a 'killing!'"

The Traveler tilted her head, casting a curious glance at the overly excited Paimon.

"What’s there to be confused about?" Paimon crossed her arms smugly.

"First of all, that divination just now—you heard it, right? That astrologer was the most famous in the land of crimson leaves and maple trees. She’s Mona’s master! Even if you don’t trust her, surely you believe in Mona?"

"Though the divination wasn’t exactly uplifting—it said something about your brother being 'immersed in the Abyss, wandering endlessly as a prince'—we finally have a clue! The mention of the Abyss practically spells it out. Your brother is in the hands of the Abyss Order!"

"And on top of that, the astrologer said he’s not in Mondstadt or Liyue. Doesn’t that narrow things down a lot?"

"Mm." The Traveler nodded slightly, conceding that Paimon had a point.

Seeing her reasoning acknowledged, Paimon puffed out her chest triumphantly.

"And as for the contract with Mr. Zhongli? That’s even simpler. We’ve just gained a new travel companion! You saw how terrifying Mr. Zhongli was that day. It feels like all the gods, monsters, and dragons we’ve faced are nothing more than insects to him. Having someone like him travel with us basically guarantees our safety!"

"Mm…" The Traveler nodded again, agreeing with Paimon’s assessment.

"So, doesn’t this mean we’ve made a huge profit?"

"Mm." The Traveler, though feeling slightly odd about the whole situation, nodded a third time.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s figure out how to break through Inazuma’s borders and continue our journey. The sooner we start, the sooner we’ll find your brother!" Paimon chirped, flying ahead enthusiastically.

"Don’t lag behind, Lumine!"

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When Zhongli left Northland Bank, neither Childe nor Signora made any attempt to stop him.

He wandered leisurely through the now bustling streets of Liyue, as if he were a mortal immersed in the mundane world.

After walking for a while, he finally returned home.

His residence was a simple, even slightly shabby, two-story building.

It lacked ornate carvings or gilded splendor. Weathered ivy climbed its walls, while modest Glaze Lilies and Windwheel Asters from Mondstadt adorned the small garden. The scene carried an air of desolation yet exuded a certain tranquility.

Today, however, the house felt both emptier and fuller.

The noisy voices of old friends in the chat group had long since faded.

In the garden, now tinged with a hint of melancholy, sat a girl in loose robes. She reclined on a chair, her gaze resting lazily on the Glaze Lilies nearby, her eyes half-closed.

The noontime sun shone gently.

The season’s breeze carried the scent of the sea and the bustling life of the harbor.

"Oh? You’re back?"

The girl’s ink-black hair was styled in a married woman’s chignon, her loose clothing revealing glimpses of alabaster skin and a delicate collarbone.

"Mm." Zhongli nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the girl before him.

She was the resurrected Dust Archon, Guizhong, whose revival had been wrought from the memories of the Vortex God. Zhongli wasn’t sure whether to feel joy or sorrow.

Guizhong’s return had been far easier than Qingyun’s. This perplexed Zhongli, as Guizhong had perished nearly four thousand years ago, even further back in history than Qingyun.

He had pondered this for a long time but could not unravel the mystery.

It seemed his understanding of time and the world was still too limited, despite his long life.

Perhaps, given another thousand years, the answers would become clear.

But Zhongli knew he wouldn’t live that long.

"So, how did things go today?"

The girl in flowing robes stood, hands clasped behind her back, and quietly approached him. The fragrance of Glaze Lilies emanated softly from her delicate figure.

"The contract has been signed," Zhongli said, his voice steady.

The girl spun around, her white skirt brushing against Zhongli’s waist as she moved. Her scent lingered on him.

"Morax, the Geo Archon!" she teased. "You’re not the same as before. You’ve become… dull."

Zhongli closed his eyes, gazing at her elegant silhouette, her slender nape gleaming in the sunlight.

"Time changes all things. Even gods cannot reverse its flow. Change is inevitable."

"No." The girl suddenly turned back, her eyes gleaming like starlight, her face mere inches from his.

"You can reverse it," she said, her tone resolute.

"Because you are Morax, the Geo Archon. You were Qingyun’s husband, and you were my closest friend, the Dust Archon Guizhong."

"You’ve already brought me back from an eternal slumber."

"You will bring Qingyun back as well."

"Just like in the fairy tale you once told me."

"The sleeping princess, her body entwined in thorns, awakened by the prince’s deep kiss."

"I believe Qingyun sleeps now, awaiting the moment she’ll open her eyes to see you first. She must be dreaming of that moment."

"One day, the three of us—me, the talkative Dust Archon; Zhongli, the lively Farming Archon; and Qingyun, the dignified Dragon of Stone—will sit amidst the Glaze Lilies, debating whom Qingyun should marry."

The girl smiled softly, her expression warm.

"Of course, I think she should marry me, not you, the mischievous Farming Archon!"

Zhongli nodded faintly, then shook his head.

"Perhaps… But you should give up. Qingyun and I have been husband and wife for two thousand years since your passing."

The girl in flowing robes frowned slightly, her face showing resigned amusement as she stepped into the garden now blooming with Glaze Lilies.

Amid the fragrant breeze, she murmured softly,

"Oh, how difficult, how truly difficult."

"In spring, I roam beneath blossoms that dust my hair with petals."

"Where is the young man, dashing and full of charm?"

"I wish to give my heart and marry him for life."

"But if he discards me, I shall not feel shame."

Her voice drifted on the wind, light and wistful.

"Ah, where is my prince?"

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T/N: OKAY OKAY I dont blame zhongli for not knowing, but guizhong is simply just doing this to stay close to Zhongli my goodness anyway thats it! Volume 3 is done!!!

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