After lunch, the two said goodbye to Xiao.

There is still a long way to go from Huaguanglin, and it will be dark in the afternoon.

"Bye-bye, see you next time."

Seeing the two of them spread their wings of the wind and descend from the roof of the building, until they were getting farther and farther away, Xiao brushed his face with one hand, and a terrifying face appeared on his face, and his figure slowly disappeared.

……

Liyue Harbor is bustling with people.

After listening to the play, Zhongli strolled through Liyue, and the road was full of pedestrians and all kinds of shouting.

He walked quietly, without a destination, and walked slowly.

It's a pastime in his spare time, and he likes to wander around Liyue and see the grass, trees, flowers, and trees in the land.

The breeze blows across his cheeks, and the smell of food wafts through the air.

His gaze slowly swept over everything in Liyue Harbor, whether it was the bricks on the ground, the tiles of the houses, or the empty cornices, every grass and tree here grew under his witness.

Thousands of years and thousands of years, he has guarded this city, this country, for countless years.

He watched the Hall of the Dead from its inception to the present day; He watched the Seven Stars change from generation to generation; Watching what was familiar fade away; Watching the objects of the past gradually weather; watched old friends disappear one by one......

The wear and tear that was inflicted on him increased as the years went on.

Will these days go on forever?

What will happen in the future?

Lately, whenever he walked through Liyue Harbor, these questions had popped up in his mind.

Maybe it's the changes brought about by people outside the world, or maybe he remembers the past, or maybe he simply feels a little tired.

He walked slowly, as if he were in the middle of the crowd, and as if he was out of the crowd.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar gaze.

A familiar figure appeared in the silent alley, making eye contact with him.

He chuckled, furrowed his brow, and walked over slowly.

"Emperor." Xiao bowed his head and showed respect to the person in front of him.

"You rarely come to Liyue Harbor. Are you looking for me this time? Zhongli could tell at a glance that Xiao was here to find him.

This kid would never have entered Liyue Harbor if he had nothing to do.

"Hmm." Xiao nodded slightly. He has doubts in his heart and needs to find the emperor to solve his doubts.

"Do you want to come with me in Liyue Harbor?"

"No, I'm not fit to go to crowded places." Xiao shook his head slightly.

The evil qi on his body is harmful to ordinary people, and mortals cannot be contaminated.

"With me, it's fine."

Zhongli waved his hand, and a barrier separated the two from their surroundings.

"You've been in Liyue Harbor for a long time, come with me."

"Okay."

Two figures, one tall and one short, strode through Liyue Harbor, but no one could see them.

They walked through the bustling streets and alleys, passing passers-by.

"The annual Immortal Invitation Ceremony is about to begin." Xiao spoke softly and asked an irrelevant question.

He rarely paid attention to the things of the world, but during the annual Immortal Ceremony, the Emperor would appear to guide Liyue's direction throughout the year.

For thousands of years, every year.

"Well, there's another month."

This time, the person who presided over the invitation to the immortal ceremony was Yuhengxing Keqing.

Zhongli didn't ask him any questions, the two of them just walked, looking at the grass and trees in Liyue Harbor.

Since the Daedric War, Liyue has become more and more prosperous, and the lives of its people have become better and better. All of this is inseparable from the dedication of the god next to him.

It's just that thousands of years and thousands of years, now and in the future, will this god feel tired?

Walking to Yujing Terrace, overlooking Liyue Harbor from above, Xiao finally asked the question he wanted to ask.

"Will the Emperor get tired?"

"Why do you suddenly ask this?" Zhongli was a little surprised that Xiao suddenly asked this question, after all, with Xiao's character, he would not ask such a question.

"I met Hu Tao and Jiang Bai from the Afterlife Hall today...... Xiao didn't hide it, and briefly said what he had met with the two of them.

"They asked me, 'Do you feel tired too?' He looked up and looked at Zhongli's face.

This face has undergone countless changes over the millennia, sometimes an old man, sometimes a child, sometimes a woman, sometimes a man.

He has countless incarnations, and countless ways to walk in Liyue Harbor.

But what remains unchanged is his rock-solid heart that never wavers.

Zhongli didn't speak, just looked at Liyue Harbor at his feet.

The people of Liyue Harbor did not inhabit Liyue Harbor in the first place, but lived in the Tianheng Mountains, Returning to the Original, or beyond.

During the disaster, they gradually relocated to Liyue Harbor. People mined, smelted, traded, farmed, and developed from generation to generation, which is why Liyue is thriving today.

After a long silence, he said:

"I'm looking for an answer to this question."

After guarding Liyue for so long, is he tired? In the next thousand years, will he continue to guard it as always?

He is also looking for answers to these questions.

"That question aside, there's one thing I think they're right." Zhongli stretched out his hand and placed it on Xiao's head.

The warm touch came from the top of his head, and Xiao was stunned for a moment, and a flush appeared on his face.

The big hand gently rubbed the top of his head, as if to soothe the wandering little animal, "Only by resting can we face the next dispute with a full attitude." ”

"You're so tired, you need to rest."

Xiao pursed his lips tightly, the hair on the top of his head softened, and his face was even more red.

"Liyue is not what it used to be, and perhaps in the near future, I will have an answer. You're the last Nakshatra, and I don't want you to get bogged down in endless battles......"

Zhongli's voice is far away, like a bluestone striking and echoing in the mountains, with the heaviness of the rock and the emotion of the years.

Those who once followed him have lost many times in the past.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer familiar figures.

"Hmm......" Xiao hummed softly, and even though Zhongli's hand had been removed, the redness on his face had not dissipated.

But at the same time, there was also a little confusion in his eyes.

If Liyue loses its Emperor, what will happen to her?

How will he deal with himself?

Perhaps, as they say, he should give Liyue a chance to exercise now in order to deal with all kinds of future crises.

But if so, what should he do when he has nothing to do?

Seeing his confusion, Zhongli rubbed his head again:

"If you're not doing anything, you can get in touch with young people, and their ideas and opinions are very interesting...... Some things must be passed down, and the Yakshatras should not be forgotten by the world......"

"Hmmm......"

The unfading redness on Xiao's face became more and more vivid, and the tips of his ears were pink.

"Come to me ...... also"

"Hmm!"