"Who dares to interrupt us!?" The taller man asked in a serious tone.

Once he saw that It was just some puny elderly, he screamed, "Out of the way, old hag!" He was clearly furious someone was stepping in to stop him.

"Hais...I just wish for everyone to be at peace...yet pointless conflicts arise on daily basis..." The granny sighed deeply.

"That's none of your business!" The other man raised his hand towards her and was about to slap her, when someone caught his arm and stopped him.

"Who dares!? Why are you saving this old hag!"

Feeling threatened under the powerful grip, he knew the man who stopped him definitely wasn't ordinary.

The hooligan turned around and focused his gaze on the much taller and muscular person that forcibly held his arm.

"Dude...you just raised your hand against a granny...do you have no manners at all? Sheesh..."

Of course, the person was Yomite, who couldn't stand and watch this pointless scuffle any longer.

He was bound to be dragged into stuff like this anyway. His teammates were also about to jump that guy, so he took the initiative instead.

"Huh!? Just a brat that's still wet behind his ears dares to stop me!? Your hair is not even growing down there! Let I, your Father go before I break your hands!"

The man tried to curse at him but once he didn't see a single change in Yomite's expression, he frowned.

"The granny just tried to get you to calm down. Nothing else. So go and cool down." Yomite pushed him and the man fell into a small well, which was located nearby.

The man groaned in pain, but quickly pushed himself up, looking around in confusion.

To the passers-by, he seemed like a wet mole rat, looking around frantically with frenzied gaze.

But only he knew what was going on.

He would definitely kill the bastard that pushed him the moment he saw him.

The hooligan then turned around and looked at his attacker; "Hmph! You have eyes but fail to recognize Mount Tai! I'm serving the Yang clan! Offend me, and you offend the whole clan! Kowtow and I might spare you a quick death!"

"I'm pretty sure you're just a lackey, no? Will they care about a random guy like you?"

Then again, whenever he read wuxia or novels like that, he never understood why higher-ups listened to what some insignificant person under them had to say, but then refused to listen to the voice of reason of the accused party.

It never made sense to him. This sort of weird cliche...

The hooligan pulled out a knife and gazed at Yomite from top to bottom.

There we no signs of a Vision present, and while he also didn't possess a Vision, he was confident enough he could easily beat Yomite.

Without a moment of hesitation, he lunged at him and Yomite just shook his head.

"Now, how do you guys say it? Run with your tail between your legs? No...You better run so you will have an early start tomorrow? No...Hmm...Ah! Scram! That was in your language! I finally remembered!"

As saying that, Yomite easily kicked the knife from the man's hand away in one smooth motion, and stomped on his foot. The man groaned in pain and knelt on the ground.

Yomite slowly walked up to him and ended the 'match' by a low kick to the chin, the man fell unconscious, immediately.

His attacks were more than predictable.

Compared to someone like Hu Tao, they might as well have been snail paced...

Upon seeing what happened, the guy that was arguing with him a few minutes prior ran away in fear.

He had to contact his Young Master Sun, immediately!historical

Some savage people entered Liyue!

***

"These old bones thank you for your kindness, young man." The old woman bowed politely as she thanked him.

"It's nothing, don't mention it. I'm just surprised, since we're new here, and the first thing we see is an argument spanning across the whole street..." he trailed off.

The old lady chuckled slightly at his words, before shaking her head and sighing sadly.

"...Liyue isn't what it used to be...But worry not. I hope you still enjoy your stay."

"Thanks. We plan to stick around for a while."

"Mhm." The old woman looked at his group and widened her eyes once she met gaze with Iris.

"Oh my...to think that...how wonderful..." She whispered as if the words could not get out of her mouth.

"What is?"

The old woman was suspiciously staring at Iris. Yomite had a bad feeling.

Something was wrong...

(I want to know.)

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Name: Madame Ping (████)

Age: 78 (4304)

Title: The Perfected Lord Who Sings Songs about the Mortal World and Roams Among the People

Occupation: Adepti

Hobby: Drinking Tea, Strolling around the city of Liyue

Likes: Tea

Dislikes: Nothing

Dream: Unknown

Current mood: Relaxed/Surprised

Relationship Level: None

State of Relationship: None

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( How is this possible!? She is older than Venti!)

Yomite took a step back upon the revelation.

He didn't need to step in at all! This granny could have flattened both of those rude men in an instant...

Noticing that he was suddenly on guard, Madame Ping smiled and reassured him, "Relax child, sorry to burst your bubble, but, these old bones wouldn't harm a fly. You see, fighting with someone isn't exactly my cup of tea."

"A-Ah...granny should visit some kind of martial arts instructor that would teach you how to defend yourself..." Yomite's tone had changed completely, going from a relaxed and happy tone to a serious one.

The granny in front of him was a God, or at least something on that level.

(What are the odds for us to immediately run into someone like this!? Thankfully, she doesn't seem to want to harm us in any way.)

Madame Ping's expression was unreadable, but soon relaxed into a small smile.

"Hehe, I'm afraid you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Worry not, I will be leaving soon."

She once again, bowed.

"Oh, but before I go. Here. As a thanks for resolving the issue."

She handed Yomite, what looked like an expensive looking egg filled with a dark liquid.

"Ehm...Thanks?"

Yomite replied, still confused by the item she handed him. The old woman chuckled again.

"It's a small present. You can drink the contents and something nice might happen. But bear in mind, make sure you're laying down when that happens. Farewell."

With that said, she walked away, leaving Yomite standing on the sidewalk and staring after her leaving figure with suspicion.