"Guoba? We have to get off the ship quickly, don't keep them waiting... Alright! Guoba, the thief of food, I finally caught you!"
Just as Arataki Itto was frantically pulling the second banner, Xiangling's angry scolding suddenly came from the merchant ship.
Immediately after, everyone saw Guoba being grabbed by Xiangling by the scruff of his neck and carried off the merchant ship.
Guoba, the person involved, was completely nonchalant. His mouth was bulging with something, and he didn't even have to walk; someone was helping him off the ship, which made him quite pleased.
"Guoba, naughty! You ate all the 'Immortal Stew' I prepared for Feng Yi, so you're forbidden from drinking milk tea for two days!"
Xiangling came before everyone, looking at Guoba in her hands with a helpless expression.
Ever since Guoba became eloquent, his skin had grown thicker, and he was always stealing food.
The once pure and innocent Guoba was long gone.
"It's no big deal, no big deal. Guoba stealing your 'Immortal Stew' is, from another perspective, an acknowledgment of your cooking skills! At worst, we can just buy more ingredients and make another batch..." Read a book.
Feng Yi noticed Guoba winking at him, asking for help. Considering his relationship with Guoba, Feng Yi had to step in to smooth things over.
"Fine, for your sake, Feng Yi, I'll only punish Guoba by forbidding him from drinking milk tea for one day!"
Xiangling threw Guoba onto the ground and sighed helplessly. What could she do when she had such a fiery helper?
"Welcome Guoba, a warm welcome!"
Arataki Itto, seeing that the trouble was over, winked at his subordinates and held up the banner with great enthusiasm.
He didn't want to get caught in that troublesome vortex just now.
Guoba swallowed the food in his mouth, stood up, patted his butt, and waved happily at Yuan Bao as if nothing had happened.
"The land of Electro, with its unique culture. Revisiting this place brings about a different kind of understanding..."
At this moment, a familiar voice reached Feng Yi's ears. Feng Yi looked in the direction of the voice and saw the old man Zhong from "Mortal Enjoyment (Food and Drink Ledger, Wangsheng Funeral Parlor)."
"Zhongli? What are you doing here?"
Feng Yi was also a little surprised that the old man Zhong, who guarded Liyue, would be coming along.
"Hu Tao can now handle things independently, and there's nothing to worry about at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. I have free time, so I'm traveling the mountains and rivers..."
Zhongli looked serene and his demeanor was extraordinary.
However, the reality was that the tea house's bill for the month had arrived at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. The amount was quite substantial, and Hu Tao was currently wielding the Staff of Homa and searching for Zhongli everywhere. kanδん
Zhongli: The tea house just received a batch of excellent new tea. As a seasoned tea drinker, isn't it reasonable to sample the new tea?
Who would have thought that not checking the price would lead to exceeding the tea budget for the month? Zhongli, upon hearing that Guoba was going to Inazuma, expressed his desire to join, intending to lie low in Inazuma for a while.
'It seems Feng Yi is also there. Hmm... I haven't had good tea in Inazuma for a long time...'
Zhongli suddenly felt that there was a reason he had to go on this trip.
'Maybe I can even ask Feng Yi for some Mora to tide me over...'
With this thought in mind, before going to Inazuma, Zhongli found the suppressed God, Baizhu, for a friendly chat before his departure.
Zhongli couldn't resist Baizhu's overwhelming enthusiasm. When he was leaving, he was even pressed to accept a snake gall as travel expenses.
Zhongli couldn't help but sigh; in his most difficult times, it was Baizhu who was dependable!
Baizhu: Who is the dog? I won't say... Morax, I ** you and your ***!
At this moment, the little red beetle, who had secretly come to watch the fun, was hiding in the corner shadows, trembling.
"That mascot named Guoba looks a bit familiar. He seems to be from Liyue... The God of the Stove—Ma Qiusi?! My heavens, although his divine aura is weak, he is indeed the God of the Stove who once became famous during the Archon War!"
"Wait, who is the girl holding the God of the Stove? She's so brave?"
"And doesn't the God have any pride? Why isn't he resisting at all?"
The red beetle stood there stunned after witnessing this scene. There were too many points to complain about, and it didn't know where to start.
It felt like its worldview had been severely shaken.
However, if he had to say one thing, the Feng Yi he admired was truly unfathomable, conversing with the God of the Stove like an old friend he hadn't seen in days.
Looking at it this way, it seemed that Lord Feng Yi had quite a significant relationship with the Adepti and Gods from Liyue!
He just didn't know if he knew the "God of War"—Morax?
While the red beetle was hiding in the shadows, secretly speculating based on the available information, it suddenly felt the surrounding air solidify, and a heavy pressure made it difficult to breathe.
The red beetle mobilized its divine origin and looked with all its might towards the source of the pressure. It saw a handsome black-haired man standing on the deck of the merchant ship, gazing at it silently.
The golden eyes seemed to see through all illusions, and the boundless power spread out like an endless, heavy earth. The suffocating despair made the red beetle unable to muster any thought of resistance.
The red beetle's stealth and disguise had always been a life-saving skill during the era of wandering gods, but it had never expected to be seen through so easily by the other party. The red beetle immediately realized that the gap in their strength was far more than just one level.
If the other party wanted to kill him, it would only take a single thought.
On the continent of Teyvat, a god with such power could only be the "God of War"—Morax, who guarded Liyue!
The red beetle felt bitter. It had just been thinking about the other party, and in the next moment, the other party had suppressed it with a single glance.
Sensing the gap in strength between them, the red beetle felt its life was in jeopardy!
Just as the red beetle prepared for death and closed its eyes, it suddenly felt its body lighten, and the heavy pressure suddenly disappeared.
The red beetle opened its eyes again and found that Morax had already disembarked and was conversing with Lord Feng Yi, as if nothing had happened.
Having narrowly escaped death, the red beetle trembled all over and hid its body deeper in the shadows, as if this could provide it with some sense of security.
The red beetle carefully sensed the divine origin it had consumed earlier and seemed to have guessed why Morax had let it go.
It was the golden flame brand on its soul origin that saved its life!
Watching Lord Feng Yi and Morax chatting happily, the red beetle felt even more awe for Lord Feng Yi's mysterious identity.
'Lord Feng Yi must be a powerful hidden god. My judgment was indeed correct...'
The red beetle felt fortunate to have attached itself to such a powerful figure.