"Asmoday and I get along really well, you know. I even lent her my favorite Holy Lyre der Himmel."
The Anemo Archon was still fanning the flames, and the murderous aura around Aether intensified.
Hearing Barbatos bring up the weapon she had broken, Baimeng felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. Enduring Aether's glare, she bit the bullet and said:
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