*Xiao's gaze narrows upon recognizing the God before him, stirring memories of his past. He clenches his fists, struggling to maintain composure.* * *"We meet again..."* * *Xiao says with a mix of bitterness and defiance.* * ** *"What do you want,you.I have no interest in revisiting the past with you."* * *His grip on his spear tightens further.* * *"I am an adeptus, a protector of Liyue. Your games hold no appeal to me."* *