Genshin Impact: The Road to Reversal

Chapter 402: Thunder of Fury (3)

"Is that so?" Kailin said, leaning back on the sofa. "But you're really overthinking it. Even if that guy regains his strength, he's only a half-baked one in your protection. And that Nighthawk you mentioned is incredibly powerful. There's a world of difference between the two."

"That's right. If it's just because they both control the element of space, then that reason is indeed a bit far-fetched." Zhao Heng pondered.

"Having said that, it is true that we have an undercover agent among us. During the previous battle with Thunderbird, I asked the doctor about this, and he said that there had never been anyone named Nighthawk in their brigade. That's why I suspected that he was a traitor lurking around the Holy Lord. And more importantly, he actually knew that the guardian certificate was my heart. Apart from the other guardians and the other four of Ye Lan, no one should know about this, but..." She paused, with a complicated look on her face.

"How could such a thing happen?" Zi Xuan lowered her head in thought. "However, I think you're overthinking it. Although we weren't at the hotel the night Nayuka escaped, the waiter there said that Tianlang was worried about us, so he kept moving around the room. His footsteps were very clear upstairs and downstairs. He was also in the room when the waiter made tea for him. So we can rule out this possibility."

"But after we returned to the room, didn't Zhao Heng say that he felt a strange breath?" Mo Yan suddenly said.

Hearing this, Kailin folded her arms and said, "But that doesn't mean anything, and besides, you guys said it was just his illusion."

"It's not an illusion." Zhao Heng suddenly said, "I can confirm that there must have been other people in the room at that time."

"Ah?" Kailin said in surprise.

"Have you made any new discovery?" Zi Xuan asked.

Zhao Heng nodded. "Yes, to be honest, after asking the waiter, I did think it might be an illusion, but a week ago, I felt that aura again."

"A week ago? When exactly?" Mo Yan said with a serious expression.

"When the Holy Lord appears."

"Ah?" Kailin was shocked again.

"At that time, the Holy Lord appeared and walked past me. I could clearly feel his aura, and this power was exactly the same as the residual aura I felt in the hotel."

After the words fell, Kailin was a little confused: "Wait a minute, the more you talk, the more confused I am. Are you saying that the Holy Lord has been to our room? No way, if the Holy Lord really came, why didn't Tianlang tell us at the time? And the Holy Lord and Nighthawk can't be connected no matter how you think about it."

"Indeed, there are too many doubts in this matter, and it may take some time to sort it out." Mo Yan nodded and then said.

Hearing this, Li Xueyan lowered her head again and said, "Anyway, I must remind you about Nighthawk. Although I don't know where he's hiding now, I have a feeling he must be around us right now. Wasn't Phantom's escape previously also his doing?"

After thinking for a moment, Mo Yan nodded and said seriously, "Okay, since you said so, we will pay attention to it."

"Ah."

Li Xueyan nodded and put down her hands. When she picked up the teacup again, suddenly, a figure rose from the shadows at her feet, and the outline and shape of that figure were exactly like Ye Lan.

"Lady Xueyan, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time." The figure bowed to Li Xueyan and said.

At this moment, she looked at the figure, put down her teacup and stood up. Seeing this, everyone also stood up from their seats.

"It's Ye Lan. Is there something wrong?" She asked with her hands folded.

The figure nodded: "Yes, there was a mob incident just now in the west of the city."

"Thugs? If that's the case, just take responsibility for it. Why bother notifying me?" Li Xueyan asked after thinking for a while with her head down.

"We originally thought so, but regarding the identity of the thugs..."

Ye Lan continued to speak, and after listening to her story, Li Xueyan's expression instantly became solemn.

……

Not long ago, after everyone left the roadside stall, Tianlang did not leave immediately, but sat under the awning, drinking tea leisurely.

Suddenly, a black-haired young man wearing a conical hat came in front of him.

The conical hat was large and light, with a dark blue gauze curtain draped over the edge, fluttering in the breeze, vaguely obscuring half of his cold, pale face. He wore an indigo-colored coat, the hem embroidered with dark cloud patterns. The cuffs were gathered, highlighting his wrists as slender as bamboo. A dark purple sash hung loosely around his waist, and several old bronze bells rang silently as he walked.

"Hey sir, would you mind sharing the table?" He spoke softly with a smile, his voice low and cool, like the night wind in late autumn.

Tianlang put down the teacup and looked at the man hesitantly for a few seconds.

"Of course, please feel free." He smiled.

The young man gracefully took his seat, his fingertips tapping lightly on the tabletop, yet the bell remained strangely still. He raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of violet eyes through the gap in the gauze curtains. They were indifferent and distant, yet concealed a certain indescribable weariness.

"Thank you." He said softly while sitting on the stool, "Boss, please bring me a pot of tea."

"Good Le!"

Tianlang's fingertips gently stroked the rim of the teacup, his gaze thoughtfully gazing at the young man before him. The noisy voices in the teahouse seemed blocked by some invisible barrier, even the sunlight dimming in this tiny space.

Suddenly, he smiled and asked casually, "Brother, you look unfamiliar. Judging from the way you're dressed, you're probably not a local."

The young man nodded and said in a clear and elegant voice, "Yes, I came from another place. I heard that this place is very prosperous, so I came to see it. But I didn't expect to encounter such a disaster as soon as I arrived."

"Really? That's really unfortunate." Tianlang's fingertips paused slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Who says it's not? But fortunately, no one is hurt."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tea shop owner placed the brewed tea in front of the boy. Seeing this, the boy picked up the teapot and slowly poured a cup of tea. His movements were elegant and calm amidst the mist.

He blew gently on the teacup, then took a sip.

"Ha, Deknor." He put down the teacup, exhaled the hot air from his mouth, and said suddenly.

At this moment, Tianlang was holding the teacup in a daze for a few seconds.

"Excuse me, what is your name..." Seeing that the other party did not respond, he spoke again softly.

"Oh, excuse me." Tianlang said after recovering from his shock, "I'm Yue Tianlang."

"Oh, so you are Xuan Yue's 'Moon Saint,'" Deknor exclaimed softly, then clasped his hands together, resting his chin on his shoulder and smiling. "But, pardon my words, I don't sense any protective aura from you. Instead, I sense an ominous power gazing into the darkness."