"Asmoday is on such good terms with me, you know. She even borrowed that Holy Lyre der Himmel of mine, the one I love most."
The Anemo Archon was still fanning the flames, and the murderous aura radiating from Lumine's—no, from the Prince of the Abyss—became even heavier.
Hearing Barbatos bring up that weapon she had broken, Baimeng felt as though she were sitting on pins and needles. Enduring the Prince's intense gaze, she forced herself to say:
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