On the second floor of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor in Liyue Harbor, Nahida was idly tinkering with a Kongming lock in her hands—or perhaps it should be called a Cloud-Roaming Lock, a wooden toy constructed entirely of mortise and tenon joints. Over the past half month, she and Zhongli had talked about everything. It was through their conversations during this time that she realized how deeply disrespectful the Grand Sage of her own nation had been toward her, stirring within her a faint sensation akin to anger for the very first time.
"Nahida~"
Old Fu poked her head through the gap in the door, shaking a candied hawthorn stick at Nahida.
Chapter 21