After a fierce battle, Liyue Harbor suffered minimal damage.

First, there was the strong cohesion shown by the people of Liyue in the disaster, then there was the friendship and help from the Fatui, and finally, there was the great help from the Immortals in the moment of crisis.

Including the boy in white clothes playing the flute who appeared quietly at the end.

The injuries suffered by the people were wrapped in the warm power of the fire element. As they quietly listened to the vast flute sound, their wounds began to heal silently.

What was even more mysterious was that even some houses and streets that were about to be severely damaged seemed to be instantly blocked in a strange space. Spaces quickly established a resonance connection, and the next second, the damage was suddenly dispersed and hit in other directions, leaving only the earth and branches and leaves trembling.

When talking with Ningguang and Keqing, the immortals kept silent about the little friend who took action at the end of the battle. There was a bit of pride in their eyes. After finally reaching a consensus with the humans, they flapped their wings and flew away together.

Many Liyue citizens are grateful for the protection of the immortals, many citizens are moved by the arrival of a new era, and many people are wiping away tears, enduring the spiritual emptiness, and mourning the departure of Emperor Geo.

Of course, there were also some Liyue people with tears in their eyes, shouting that the mysterious boy who appeared at the end was the Xiao God Qianluo who sensed the danger of Liyue and reappeared in the world after two thousand years.

All of a sudden, all kinds of rumors spread throughout every winding alley in Liyue Harbor, and the various opinions also drifted along with the refreshing sea breeze to the selection site of the Xie Xie Fox Gang Leader Competition.

Shen Qianluo squatted there dejectedly.

He originally wanted to drag Zhongli home and have a good sleep, but unexpectedly they were both kidnapped halfway and taken to the Xie Xie Fox Gang headquarters.

From time to time, excited and nervous people would gather around the child, trying to strike up a conversation with him, attempting to verify their speculation about his identity as the god of the flute and to find the lost god.

"Little friend, may I ask..."

"Qianluo doesn't know, Qianluo has lost his memory." Shen Qianluo was depressed, hugged the rice crust and rubbed it, and answered fluently.

"Oh, so that's how it is, Master Qianluo..."

The people seemed to be more respectful. The boy lowered his head and listened. Suddenly he thought of something, raised his eyes and curled his lips: "You can call me Qianluo."

He saw the people on the opposite side were frightened for a moment, staring at the boy's clear eyes. The rumors and the things in front of them overlapped, and the uneasiness in everyone's hearts dissipated, and they slowly revealed their first smile after the disaster.

"Okay, then I will dare to shout like this."

Spanning 3,700 years, the same country and its people, generation after generation, ultimately made different choices.

Shen Qianluo blinked, and Guoba in his arms shook his hand happily, as if he was sincerely happy for something.

"But hey, Xiao Qianluo, you don't have the Eye of God, but you can still use elemental power."

"Perhaps it's because my physique is special. If you don't believe me, turn around and take a look at the famous traveler. I look exactly like him."

The kid who was making jokes still received half-moon eyes from Sora who was standing by with his arms crossed and Paimon who was standing by with his arms crossed. However, the one who really made a fortune was the Walnut Master who was happily promoting his business among the crowd.

"Xiao Qianluo is as famous as Mr. Zhongli in our Wangsheng Hall! Take a look, Wangsheng Hall services are on sale! First come, first served, 30% off!~"

It was at this moment after such a great war, when everyone suppressed the pain in their hearts and walked towards the dawn with hope, that the selection conference for the leader of the Xie Xie Fox Gang was held as scheduled.

The first dish to be unveiled was a new dish developed by Xiangling herself - the Fragrant Emperor Small Flower Longlong Dish.

Of course it wasn’t named after Shen Qianluo’s nonsense.

"This new dish I developed is called Han Yue Shan Fu Noodles, created in memory of the Emperor."

"As the name suggests, the dish contains the meaning of remembrance, 'I am leaving the palace with the moon in vain, and my tears for you are like lead water', so I chose fresh dried noodles as the main ingredient. The noodles are shaped like a dragon and their feelings are like tears, and they have a very elastic texture."

"As for the ingredients, it is well known that the Emperor's blessings are like mountains and hills, and the Liyue blessed by him is like a river flowing in, so I added a variety of fresh vegetables to the noodles."

“Like carrot cubes grown from the land and onion shreds planted by people, ham gifted by the sky and bamboo shoots from the mountains, the sky and the earth, people and nature, to show the vastness of Liyue. It is also to add color and nutrition, so that the dishes have a rich taste level.”

"But at this moment, it is not advisable to just reminisce, so I listened to the advice and added a kind of pepper grown in the mountains - Jueyun pepper. It not only makes people cry, but also makes people who eat the noodles feel passionate from the bottom of their hearts."

"The grace of the Emperor and the generosity of Liyue have made our country as constant as the moon and as rising as the sun, and our grand plans and new achievements are all here today. Finally, inspired by someone, I chose a white flower with a sense of remembrance - Qingxin as an embellishment."

"The combination of birds and crops, the collision of hot and fragrant. Hanyue Shanfu Noodles is to hope that everyone will never forget our Rock King Emperor, and never forget that we are all children born and raised in Liyue."

…Shen Qianluo felt hungry after listening to this.

He was neither a judge who could taste the food, nor was he tall enough to see the noodles in the judges' bowls. He was shaking his aho-geek and looking depressed. The next second, Xiangling's eyes suddenly fell on the child.

"As for the person who inspired me several times, it was Qianluo. Without the ideas he provided, I would never have been able to develop such new dishes."

"I've thought about it carefully. As a chef, I don't think I have the ability to properly serve as the leader of the Xie Xie Fox Gang, so I decided to give this position to the other two players, or our tournament director, Qian Luo."

Chongyun, who was holding the ghost communication ball beside him, had his eyes light up and said quickly: "Thankfully, Qianluo taught me how to make a communication ball. Now, I have learned how to communicate with ghosts. I am very grateful to Qianluo, but I also feel that I am not as skilled as others, so I choose to give the qualification to Qianluo to run for election."

Zhongli nodded calmly: "Last night, I had the honor of watching a few famous operas in Liyue and expressed some of my personal opinions, but the position of gang leader is definitely not something that can be done with just a few comments. I also recommend Qianluo."

Therefore, everyone's eyes silently turned to a certain suspected flute god who was originally a contestant but took the initiative to apply for the position of tournament director.

Shen Qianluo: ...?

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