"Chase!" Ying and Paimon exchanged a glance and immediately gave chase. After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Mu also followed.
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"The green guy has vanished..."
When they reached a corner, everyone was astonished to find that the guy had vanished...
"That's it!" Paimon suddenly thought, "Let's use Elemental Sight to see if there are any clues."
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Finally, the group arrived at the Cathedral of the West Wind, where a crowd was gathered not far away.
"Let's go take a look," Jiang Mu suggested.
"Um."
The group squeezed through a gap in the crowd and saw a bard wearing a light green hat standing at the front. His nimble hands gently plucked the strings of his lyre, his eyes slightly narrowed, and a smile on his face, as if he were preparing his emotions...
As the poet gently plucked the strings, the wind-attribute "Eye of God" at his waist glowed faintly. With the wind element slowly gathering, a moving melody flowed from the harp in his hands, and a beautiful poem drifted from his lips to the ears of everyone present...
"The story I'm about to tell begins in the ancient times, when the gods still roamed the earth..."
"The dragon descended from the sky, filled with curiosity about everything in the world..."
"The dragon seeks its own answers, yet cannot comprehend the chaos of the mortal world..."
"The wind singer plays the strings, and the lyre of the sky answers it one by one..."
"The dragon is nothing but a curious child, simply flying carefree until now..."
"It listens to poetry and wants to learn to sing..."
"So that all things may understand its heart..."
"The singer and the dragon became legends, and a dark age followed..."
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"The Dark Ages?" Paimon asked in surprise.
"Shh—" Ying raised an index finger, signaling her to be quiet. The latter nodded quickly and covered her mouth.
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Undisturbed by Paimon's voice, the bard continued singing.
"At this moment, the lion's fangs decayed, the eagle banner fell silent, and another evil dragon drew near to Mondstadt..."
"Suffering is the shadow that hangs over the cathedral, and lamentation is re-woven into poetry by poets..."
"The sky dragon answered the call and fought a desperate battle with the evil dragon in the storm..."
"The Sky Dragon swallowed the venomous blood of the evil dragon and fell into a deep slumber. Years later, however, no one recognized its resurrection..."
"'Why do people nowadays despise me?' The Sky Harp remained silent..."
"Anger and sorrow, life and poisonous blood, all turned into tears that fell from the dragon's eyes..."
"Poetry falls silent, corruption takes hold easily; the lyre of the sky, however, is no longer able to speak..."
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The poem has ended, and people are slowly dispersing, some with doubt, others with sadness...
"Ah, you are..."
"We..." Ying was about to explain when the bard seemed to remember something and suddenly realized.
"Oh...yes! It was the one who scared Tvalin away back then..."
"Tvalin...who is that?" Paimon asked, hands behind his back, head tilted, puzzled.
“That’s the true name of the Wind Demon Dragon,” Jiang Mu explained, then looked at the bard in front of him.
"Long time no see, Wendy."
Wendy was taken aback, but after seeing Jiang Mu wink at her, she immediately understood his intention.
"It's been a long time, Jiang Mu."
"You two know each other?" Paimon asked, puzzled, looking at the two of them acting so familiar.
“This is Wendy, a bard,” Jiang Mu introduced, turning to the two of them.
"To be precise, I've been the 'Munde's Most Beloved Bard' for three consecutive years," Wendy said proudly, puffing out his chest.
"What do you need me for?"
After introducing himself, Wendy looked at Sparkle and Paimon and asked.
"Since you recognize us, there's no need for further explanation, right?"
Paimon crossed his arms and said.
"It's about Stormterror, of course."
"Hmm?" Wendy scratched her head, looking puzzled.
"Hey! You don't have to suddenly pretend to have amnesia like that!"
Paimon said angrily, then turned to Ying: "Traveler, can you take that out and show it to him?"
Ying nodded slightly, then took out the two crystals.
"Oh! This is!"
The crystals were no longer the blood-red, dangerous-looking crystals they once were; instead, they had turned into a clear, warm blue.
"Huh? The crystals were purified? When did that happen?"
“These are the tears of Dvalin… no, the tears of Stormterror shed in pain.”
“He used to be a gentle child…” Wendy suddenly pulled out another “tear” and murmured, “But now he’s become so sad and full of anger…”
"I have a teardrop crystal here. Can you purify it?"
Ying placed the crystal in her hand, and it slowly rose, accompanied by a dazzling light, before turning into a captivating blue...
"Hey—!"
Paimon let out a surprised sound.
“You truly possess incredible power…” Wendy murmured, but her tone suddenly changed the next sentence.
“Alas—a person like you is destined to be featured in the poems sung by bards.”
"Standing in the sun will surely make you a hero, but standing in the shade will also bring disaster..."
"Ah... but I don't have time to compose a new song for you right now... even if Dvalin isn't defeated, his life force will rapidly diminish..."
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Ying asked.
The tragic fate of Stormterror... no, it was Dvalin's that stirred pity in this kind-hearted girl...
"I'm already very grateful that you could help purify the crystals." Wendy shook her head slightly and looked at the two of them.
"But now, I already have my own plans."
"His own plan..." Ying and Paimon were slightly taken aback, but after seeing Wendy's signature wicked grin, Jiang Mu immediately understood what this guy was up to...
"Well then, I'll have to excuse myself!" Taking advantage of the moment when Luminous and Paimon were still wondering what was going on, Wendy waved lightly and ran off in a flash...
"Where are you going?" Paimon shouted.
"A symbol of Mondstadt heroes!"
A gentle breeze carried Wendy's voice from a short distance away.
"The symbol of Mondstadt heroes..." Paimon scratched his head, looking at Jiang Mu and Ying, "Do you know where it is?"
“If I’m not mistaken…” Ying looked at Jiang Mu, “you should…”
“It should be there…” Jiang Mu smiled.
“That’s right, that should be it.” Seeing that Jiang Mu agreed with her idea, Ying felt a surge of joy for no reason.
"Hey, what are you two talking about?!"
Paimon, who was chatting across servers, stomped his foot in the air to show that he was very angry!
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