In the Anemo Archon Plaza,
Beichen's gaze examined the huge statue of the Anemo Archon, then looked down slightly at herself. Clearly, wearing such an outfit seemed far too revealing.
For the past three years, Beichen had been trying to understand this city—a city world-famous for its wind, poems, and fine wine. The songs passed down here usually never strayed far from three themes: breeze, freedom, and migrating birds.
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