The three transformed into streaks of light and, under Morax's guidance, flew toward Liyue.
Not long after, they arrived above its familiar lands.
Zayn waved his hand, dispelling the protective barrier over Liyue's skies.
He turned toward Guizhong with a bright smile.
"Guizhong-jie, the city below is our territory—Liyue."
Guizhong nodded and let her gaze sweep over everything beneath them.
The architectural style of the houses here instantly stood out to her.
Her own territory's buildings were purely functional—simple structures meant to block wind, keep out rain, and nothing more.
People did not spend effort on aesthetics.
But Liyue… was different.
The houses clearly came from a unified architectural vision.
Though each one differed slightly, they shared the same style—
balancing practicality with elegance,
bearing a unique beauty no structure in her land possessed.
"These houses are beautiful! I've never seen an architectural style like this. It must be unique to Liyue!" Guizhong was praised warmly.
Morax nodded.
"All thanks to Brother Zenos' guidance. Without him, Liyue would not look as it does today."
So this style was entirely created by the God of Manifestation, Zenos—Zayn.
Guizhong turned and smiled at him.
"Hahaha, so you designed all of this, Zayn? You really are a master architect!"
She remembered his earlier boasting about being an "architectural master."
Apparently, it wasn't boasting at all.
Zayn beamed.
"Really? Then let's go! I'll show you the Liyu Palace—the residence Morax and I live in, designed by yours truly!"
Seeing someone appreciate his architectural works filled him with joy.
Unlike that rock, who knew nothing of art.
Zayn grabbed Guizhong's hand excitedly and led her forward.
Morax followed behind them, feeling an immediate headache.
Before long, they arrived at Liyu Palace—a structure wholly shaped by Zayn's imagination and manifestation.
Its white marble walls were meticulously carved,
its flowing roof covered in arranged glazed tiles,
and the entire palace harmonized with the surrounding nature.
With drifting mist, it would resemble a heavenly abode.
Guizhong looked around, her face lit with genuine admiration.
"Zayn, you're incredible. 'Architectural Master' isn't worthy of you.
You should be called the God of Architecture!"
Zayn laughed awkwardly.
A God of Architecture?
Absolutely not.
If that title spreads, future architects might worship his statue before every construction job.
No thank you.
"I don't deserve such praise, Guizhong-jie!
These materials are all mundane.
With time and wisdom, humans will one day build palaces just as magnificent."
Guizhong's eyes softened.
Yes—
The small, fragile humans possessed great potential.
Wisdom and ingenuity could achieve what strength could not.
She believed that one day, mortals could stand proudly on this land using their own knowledge—without relying on gods.
Though that day was still very far away…
Guizhong nodded.
"Mm. I believe it too.
They will one day achieve feats like this with their own hands."
Zayn grinned.
"Exactly! And Morax thinks the same."
Morax too?
Guizhong's heartbeat quickened slightly.
He had strength.
She had wisdom.
And they shared the same ideals…
The desire to form an alliance only grew stronger in her heart.
As they wandered the palace's courtyard, Zayn explained the symbolism behind every scenic element.
Of course—
He made most of it up on the spot.
He wasn't actually an expert in traditional architecture.
But he was the founder of Teyvat's Chinese-inspired style.
And in this case—
If Zayn said it had meaning, it had meaning.
Who knew the God of Manifestation better than the God of Manifestation himself?
"Hahaha."
Zayn led her to a pavilion.
"This pavilion used to be here before the palace was rebuilt—Morax built the original.
And get this—when I first met him here, the wine cups and jug were square!"
Guizhong blinked.
Square wine cups?
Square jugs?
Immediately she could picture it—
sharp edges, blocky shapes, awkward to hold.
Suddenly she understood why Zayn insisted Morax had no artistic sense.
Guizhong chuckled.
"That only shows Morax is a practical god.
As long as something functions, that's enough for him."
"Or… maybe he really just doesn't understand art?" Zayn added with a smug tone.
She covered her mouth, laughing silently.
High EQ: "Practical god."
Low EQ: "Zero artistic sense."
Her relationship with Morax wasn't as close as Zayn's,
so she didn't dare say it aloud—
at least not yet.
But after forming an alliance…
that might change.
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