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“Young’un, forgive him. Our dear Zhongli has a little trouble when it comes to understanding mortal matters…I was told you already knew about his identity, therefore I shall keep it short. Zhongli doesn’t understand bartering because he has never had a need to save money or try to strike a better deal, he is also a bit behind the times when it comes to money and some other things.” Madame Ping spoke in an apologetic tone, motioning for Yomite to sit down across from her at the table.

Yomite wasn’t convinced of this, “I am still confused…if he can just create money out of thin air, why doesn’t he pay with them? He just took the items and ran off!” He folded his arms on the table as he looked up to the granny.

Madame Ping sighed, looking over at Zhongli, “As the God of Wealth, being able to conjure Mora out of his blood and shell, he can certainly afford almost anything, the problem is, he can only create Mora once per year, and a fixed amount at that. Hence its not customary for him to rely on bringing Mora with him. The old habits die hard, Zhongli was used to not care about Mora at all, as he was never missing it in the first place. Now, however, the times will change and a new plan was set in motion…” Madame Ping smiled wryly, “Zhongli…you already gave it away, didn’t you?”

Zhongli nodded slowly, “Yes…I have indeed. I am no longer in possesion of it. I originally planned on giving it away the day after tomorrow, but I changed my mind due to unforeseen circumstances.” he paused and looked at Yomite, adding softly, “I apologize if I had offended you somehow. I will do my best to keep some of the so called ‘pocket change’ on me the next time we visit some establishments.”

“Wait, what’s going on? What are you talking about?” Yomite interrupted, frowning while glancing back and forth between them.

“I’m sorry Young’un, this is a personal matter,” The Granny opened up a pouch in her pocket, pulling out some weird looking teapot and setting it on the table in front of him. “Please accept this as a reimbursement. I can guarantee it has a much higher value than Mora could ever have…”

“…A teapot?”

Yomite gaped momentarily at this, then quickly picked it up. He turned it upside down and shook it with vigour, twirling it by the handles, then putting it on the table again.

“I expected a djinn lamp…” he murmured to himself, a bit disappointed.

“I’m unsure what this Djinn is, however, this teapot has much better uses than what you can possibly think of.” Madame Ping gestured towards the top of the ornate teapot, right towards the lid, “Take it off, and a surprise shall await you.”

Hearing this, Yomite didn’t hesitate any further and took off the lid.

Immediately after, he felt the wind around him picking up rapidly, but it seemed he was the only one being affected by the sudden wind pressure.

Swirling white, translucent smoke, with a scent of flowers lingered in the air and filled his senses.

“Wait! What is…”

The words were cut off by the gale strength of the unnatural wind.

“I hope you enjoy your trip, Young’un. Please don’t be angry at Morax, I’m sure that within time, he’ll learn how to behave like a proper mortal.” Madame Ping bowed and the last thing Yomite saw was the teapot, floating in the air.

Then, with one swift movement, he was sucked in and vanished.

Yomite Hissha had disappeared…just like that.

“Are you sure you should have given that to him…?” Zhongli questioned, looking at Madame Ping with concern in his eyes.

She smiled gently and reached over to rest her hand on his arm, “Why do you have to be so stubborn ? Don’t worry, everything will work out, Young’un looks like a good boy, he’ll take care of it well enough.” she reassured him gently. “Liyue isn’t in danger with him being here at all.”

Zhongli sighed, “I’m unsure if you’ve felt it, but Yomite Hissha isn’t of this world. I’m afraid his mindset might be comparably different from humans of this world which in the end, could result in a problem…”

“You worry too much, even Marchosius took a liking to him.” Madame Ping patted his shoulder before standing up and walking away, “I’ll see you around later, ‘Zhongli’.”

Zhongli watched her leave, before gazing at the crowds of people passing by, “Even Marchosius…If that’s the case…” he murmured quietly. “Then I shall trust your judgement, my friends…”

It was dark now; darkness, cold silence, nothing.

Only a faint glow could be seen through the cracks in the nothingness.

A small gap of light from the outside world shone in through the cracks, casting an eerie shadow of itself over the ground.

Suddenly, a figure emerged out of a white smoke.

“What just happened!?”

The figure was obviously Yomite, who found himself being transported into a different world.

He stared around at the unfamiliar surroundings, taking in all the sights and sounds.

Everything was bright and pristine; the sky was completely clear, devoid of even the smallest specks of dust or pollen.

The temperature was pleasantly warm compared to the hot air of Liyue.

There weren’t any large clouds in sight; instead, all he could see was the purest blue sky, dotted with several small white dots.

The grass was vibrant green, swaying gently in the gentle breeze coming from above.

It was peaceful, especially considering how noisy and crowded the city of Liyue was during the daytime.

The comparison was like night and day.

Soon, he discovered that there was an ocean of some sort far ahead, where waves of water rolled endlessly into one another in a peaceful manner.

The ocean seemed endless, stretching far into the distance until the horizon line was completely lost.

But unlike those large oceans, there were no waves or rippling in the water. Instead, the vast expanse looked more like an ocean from a fairytale.

“Where did that granny send me…?” Yomite mumbled under his breath, scratching his head slightly.