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After leaving the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor location, Yomite headed back towards the town center.

The city’s buildings and architecture had their own unique style that wasn’t quite traditional or modern.

However, as he was looking at it from a distance, they also had a sort of timeless feel to them.

He walked down the street with his hands in his pockets as he watched the buildings pass by him.

A few times, there were people that recognized him due to what he did yesterday with Hu Tao, where she climbed his shoulders and sat on him and rode him like a horse, but no one approached or spoke to him directly.

Probably because she was still very much infamous, or they weren’t interested in him at all.

It kind of felt fresh, compared to Mondstadt where everyone knew him as a hero and bothered him at every turn, although he still missed the price reductions.

He would have to save this city in some way to gain some free stuff. Wouldn’t be bad at all.

As he looked around the city streets, he could see people running through them and laughing like kids while having fun. It wasn’t the most peaceful place ever, but the city definitely had its moments.

The city of Liyue was beautiful, but there were still many impurities around, specifically speaking, drunkards, mercenaries or other plague from some young master clans who made ruckus all day long.

Even now, there were drunkards out on the streets, bothering passerby, especially those who looked like a nice young women.

Some didn’t even care that someone was watching them, just trying to get a piece of ass or something else they thought would please them.

The high number of drunkards also meant that loud arguments were a common thing.

People in Liyue had gotten used to it by now, with it maybe arousing a few complaints at most.

Under normal circumstances, at least.

It was a different story when you could hear the sounds of clashing steel in the broad daylight, and had the misfortune of being on the receiving end of one…

At first there hadn’t been much more than just an argument, which was fine enough, so long as they didn’t actually drag themselves outside into the street and start beating each other up.

As he was passing by, Yomite ended up joining the crowd of onlookers. Out in front of some food stall, two men were glaring at each other red with anger. “You dumb **er, the Young Master Sun is obviously stronger than any of you Yangs!”

“What did ya say!? Want a piece of me ya boogin!? The Yang clan is without a doubt superior! Now kneel and I shall spare you a quick death!”

They yelled over each other again and again, neither one willing to concede defeat to the other.

It appeared that both of them were members of large clans in Liyue.

One was a bald-headed man with a piercing through his right eyebrow, and the other had a ponytail and a long face.

Both of them already had their swords drawn out, refusing to back down, even as they were already pushing each other forward.

Laughing might have been an understatement for how badly they wielded their weapons.

Even Yomite from five months ago had a better grasp at swordplay than they had…

They were hitting nothing but air, their balance was off and the swings weren’t in the right spots, such that by the time either of them moved to correct it it was too late, and they both ended up tumbling over onto the ground as blood started gushing out of their noses.

“What’s going on? Is there a duel?”

Someone from the crowd asked.

They had their swords drawn in the middle of the road, so it wasn’t just your average scuffle.

Worst case scenario, someone could end up dead, but it’s not like he cared about some random drunkards.

It wasn’t Yomite’s first time witnessing a duel. Typically a duel went the way of stating his name and the reason for the duel, and then he had to get the consent of the other party.

After all of that had been established, outsiders would refrain from butting in.

But this wasn’t anything as sophisticated or noble as a formal duel.

Just a pair of drunkards at each other’s throats.

A brawl, if you will.

It may have been clichéd, but these sorts of things happened all the time.

Especially in Liyue.

The city was plagued by tons of people like this. Another reason not to live here and instead choose Mondstadt.

Neither of the drunkards had any acting witnesses, so it was clearly no formal altercation, just a disagreement that turned into a full blown fight, with both pouring out their soul for ten minutes straight.

The townsfolk were treating them like a pair of pests, too. If it wasn’t a duel, then patrolling soldiers of Liyue called Millelith would probably be around to stop it before long.

However, the Liyue laws weren’t very forgiving to making civilians interfere with a ‘duel’.

Seeing that the whole street was crammed with people who just stood around and blocked the way, really pissed Yomite off.

“…How dumb. If they want to fight they should fight outside of the city, now I can’t even pass through because there’s so many people gathered here…”

“Alright, where’s the smartass that said that?!” The baldy with the piercing turned in his direction, looking like he was about to blow a gasket.

It seemed he’d overheard him talking after all. The other onlookers moved out of the way like a sea being parted by Moses.

Every last one of them fled as if explicitly telling him not to get them wrapped up in it.

“Ah, here we go again…”