Citlali was known as the legendary priestess of her tribe.
Her daily duties included communicating with the Wayob,
and calming down a manifested avatar of a Great Spirit was a simple task for her.
Within seconds, the previously hostile spirit avatar grew calm again.
"You little rascal!
Look what you've done—
you startled the Wayob Manifestation!"
Citlali turned her head and glared at Liang Chuan.
"I was startled by it?
I didn't even do anything…
It attacked me the moment I landed!"
Liang Chuan spread his hands innocently.
"Besides, isn't it normal for wild monsters to attack people on sight out here?"
"Wild monsters? You dare call the Wayob Manifestation a wild monster?"
Citlali put her hands on her hips and jabbed a finger at him.
"You little brat!
Forget it, you're a traveler from afar,
I'll let it slide this time!
But listen up—
I'll explain to you what a Great Spirit really is,
and what a Wayob Manifestation means!"
And so, Citlali gave Liang Chuan a full-on crash course.
When she was done, Liang Chuan wore a look of sudden realization.
The Wayob, she said, were the souls of the ancient Nattans—
their lingering "spiritual state" within the domain of the Night God after death.
They had no physical form but could attach themselves to any object.
A Wayob Manifestation was a special kind of manifestation—
a physical body formed by a Great Spirit through the power of a totem.
In Liang Chuan's own words,
the Wayob were essentially ghostly souls of the Nattans,
and the Avatars were… well, upgraded possessed ghosts.
That was what he thought—
but he wasn't stupid enough to actually say it out loud,
lest he earn himself another long-winded lecture from Citlali.
"You… you must be a traveler from Liyue, right?
Did you come to the domain of the Mistborne for trade, or…?"
Citlali's question made Liang Chuan fall silent.
How was he supposed to answer that?
He'd probably drawn himself here by burning through his lifespan on some gacha pull…
As for his current goal—
it was simply to raise his combat power as fast as possible!
To avoid being caught up in future wars in Natlan,
or, worse, in whatever higher-tier conflicts might come later.
At the very least—
when the Tsaritsa led her people to fight Celestia right before his eyes,
he didn't want to die from some random AOE blast!
"Is that question so hard to answer?"
Seeing him hesitate, Citlali beckoned him over.
"You don't have to answer. Come here—let me take a closer look at you."
As Liang Chuan hesitated,
he suddenly felt a cool touch on his hand—
Citlali had already taken hold of it.
She closed her eyes, sensing his life's experiences.
But soon, her brows furrowed tightly.
"A traveler from another world… your past is shrouded in mist.
This is a first—even I cannot glimpse a single fragment of your history.
But… I can feel your sincerity.
Your heart is pure, and your will is kind.
You bear goodwill toward this world,
and, so long as your own safety is assured,
you would even pay a price to protect it."
"Hiss—"
Liang Chuan drew in a sharp breath.
As expected of the tribe's high priestess—
She could read a man's character just from holding his hand.
As for why she couldn't see his past—
he didn't even need to think about it.
Obviously, that was the system's doing.
"Since I've confirmed you mean no harm,
it's only right that I treat you as a guest.
Come with me to the tribe,
before you run into another Wayob Manifestation and cause trouble."
Citlali took Liang Chuan by the hand and summoned her companion creature, Citlalin.
She had two summoning star-beasts—
one was the large pillow-like mount Citlalin (whose name differed from hers by just one syllable),
and the other was a small doll named Itzpapa.
As they floated toward the Mistborne Tribe,
Citlali pulled out a book—Chronicles of the Mirage War—and began reading with great interest.
"Huh? You read novels?" Liang Chuan peeked over curiously.
"What?
A Guardian of Secrets can't have hobbies now?
Even if I get drunk and lose track of time reading novels,
I'll never neglect my duties!"
"I… never said you would…"
Liang Chuan wiped a bead of cold sweat from his temple.
This pink-haired granny could be a bit tsundere at times.
"By the way, that little one following us—what's it to you?
Why has it been tagging along?"
Only now did Citlali notice the Tepetlisaur trailing them.
Liang Chuan's heart skipped a beat.
If the Mistborne knew he'd caught one with a collar,
they might start seeing him differently.
"Uh… mind stopping for a bit?"
He gestured to her.
He removed the collar from the Tepetlisaur's neck,
signaling that it was free to go.
Yet, the creature didn't move.
And in his Follower interface,
its loyalty hadn't dropped one bit.
"Looks like the little one's taken a liking to you,"
Citlali remarked.
"Let it follow you."
Liang Chuan nodded in surprise.
So as long as loyalty was high enough,
the collar could be removed?
That would save him a lot of materials later.
Following Citlali, he arrived at the Mistborne Tribe.
The priestess brought him before the tribal chief—Pilan.
"Welcome to the Domain of the Mistborne.
I am Pilan, chief of this tribe.
Those who come here usually do so with questions weighing on their hearts.
But I prefer that they think deeply before they ask.
Seeking mysteries, unveiling prophecies…
All omens carry meaning—but not all are clear…"
Besides his introduction, Pilan spoke a long string of cryptic phrases.
Liang Chuan squinted, barely suppressing a sigh.
Was everyone in this tribe some kind of "master sage"?
They all talked like fortune tellers.
And with a height like that…
what a waste if he didn't play basketball.
Next season—he'd be guarding LeBron!
Still, Liang Chuan did have a genuine question.
"Chief Pilan, I'd like to ask—
which area of the Mistborn lands would be suitable for… building a home?"
"Building… a home?"
Pilan blinked, clearly caught off guard.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Literally," Liang Chuan replied.
"I want to find a good spot to establish my own base.
Preferably somewhere with few monsters nearby,
close to a water source,
and with some arable land for growing crops."
"You plan to build a base here in Natlan?"
Pilan's expression turned a bit strange.
Was this guy planning something?
The last group that tried to set up a base in Natlan…
had been the Fatui.
Pilan turned to glance at Citlali.
"He's fine," she said with a wave. "I've checked him."
"In that case…
Citlali, take him to find a suitable spot."
Pilan nodded slightly, gesturing with his chin.
"Ah? Me?! No way!"
Citlali waved her hands frantically.
"How would I know where it's good for him to build a home?"
"If you don't know, you can ask Ororon,"
Pilan suggested calmly.
"You know him—he's lived alone in the wild for years.
He has an exceptional gift for tending plants and animals.
Whether it's farming or raising Flame Honeybugs,
He always gets abundant yields.
In all our tribe, no one understands building a home in the wilderness better than Ororon."
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