Venti didn’t ask Jia Changjiang how he managed to accomplish what he did.
Back when Jia Changjiang and Lumine had helped Venti awaken the lost Dvalin, it was clear they both carried many secrets. Yet even without knowing them, they still lent their aid.
Those hidden mysteries weren’t necessary to understand.
And Venti saw no need to pry.
After all, such things were merely chapters in the epic tale of a hero.
“Jax, you really do bring something different to this world…” Venti remarked, watching him thoughtfully. “Now that you’ve seen Liyue, what do you think of Teyvat?”
“It’s impressive,” Jia Changjiang replied, crossing his arms. “I had my fill of fights there, and I even won a wager against Morax. Oh, and Zhongli owes me 3000 Mora…”
He paused mid-sentence, his expression shifting slightly.
Speaking of contracts with Zhongli… am I forgetting something?
Jia Changjiang’s brows furrowed as a niggling feeling crept into his thoughts. He felt as though he’d left something undone.
Venti tilted his head, curious. “What’s with the sudden silence?”
“I think I forgot something…” Jia Changjiang muttered, trying to piece it together.
Then, with a sharp slap to his thigh, the realization hit him.
The system quest!
He had triggered a task when he made his contract with Zhongli but had entirely neglected to submit it for completion. Between the chaos in Liyue and his return to Mondstadt, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.
If not for this conversation, Jia Changjiang doubted he would’ve remembered anytime soon.
“Got it now?” Venti asked, amused.
“Yeah… It’s nothing major. I’ll take care of it later,” Jia Changjiang said, brushing it off. He decided to deal with the task’s reward in his own time.
“By the way…” Venti’s eyes flicked to Jia’s shoulder. “How about the mark I left you? Did it come in handy?”
“It did,” Jia Changjiang admitted. “Without it, the Adepti might not have been so cooperative, and fulfilling my contract with Zhongli would’ve been much harder.”
He rubbed his shoulder. “But now that Zhongli’s stepped down, you’re technically the last of the original Seven still active in the world. Congrats—he’s out-fishing you in terms of laziness now.”
“Fishing? I wouldn’t call what I do laziness,” Venti replied with a carefree grin. “Freedom means doing what I please, and that’s the true work of the wind. You can’t call it slacking!”
“Still, Jax,” Venti added, his tone softening, “you should visit Mondstadt Cathedral.”
“Why?” Jia Changjiang tilted his head.
“The injuries you’re carrying are worse than you realize. You should let that Hydro Vision-wielding priestess treat you.”
Venti’s expression turned serious. “Lumine looks fine, but you… even yesterday, I could tell you weren’t doing well.”
“…I know.” Jia Changjiang scratched his chin, a bit embarrassed. “I was planning to visit the Bubu Pharmacy in Liyue, but Baizhu’s prices are steep.”
“Are those wounds from the fight with the god?” Venti asked, his concern plain.
This part of their conversation wasn’t a bard recounting tales to a hero—it was a friend showing genuine worry.
“Sort of. I did it to myself,” Jia Changjiang admitted. “I had to go all out to fight the god. Borrowing the power of Liyue Harbor to push it back left me a little roughed up, but it’s nothing major.”
He flexed his back. “Feels more like some mild back pain—no big deal. Don’t worry, I’ll let Barbara patch me up later. If it’s still bad, I’ll pay Baizhu a visit. Spending some Mora will fix it.”
Jia Changjiang’s casual tone made it sound as if he’d come back from a shopping trip rather than a life-or-death battle.
This attitude was precisely why he hadn’t cashed in on his promise to fight Zhongli yet—facing the former Geo Archon at anything less than full strength would feel like a waste.
“Calling post-god-battle injuries ‘mild back pain’… Should I admire your fearlessness or worry about your self-awareness?” Venti sighed, shaking his head.
Jia Changjiang waved dismissively. “Oh, please. I’m fine! I fought a god, had a blast, and came out on top. That’s what I call a win!”
But Venti’s serious gaze lingered, prompting Jia to sigh. “Alright, fine. The truth is, the backlash from using that power caused most of the damage. The god barely scratched me. I guess I’m still not ready to fight beings of that level…”
He rubbed his temples. “I’ll visit Barbara soon. Happy?”
“Does Lumine know about this?” Venti asked, his curiosity shifting.
“Of course she does. She’s not dumb,” Jia Changjiang said. “She even tried asking Ningguang and Keqing for alternative treatments. But realistically, I’ll still need to see Baizhu if it doesn’t heal.”
He paused, a faint smile crossing his lips.
“Still, I gained a lot from Liyue this time.”
Venti leaned forward, intrigued. “Oh? What kind of ‘a lot’?”
“How should I put it…” Jia Changjiang gazed at the towering statue of the Anemo Archon in the plaza. “I’ve come to understand the gap between myself and this world’s strongest. That vortex god we fought—it was nothing compared to the ease with which Morax could suppress it.”
He chuckled, glancing at Venti. “And then there are smaller things, like martial arts, techniques, and rituals. There’s so much to learn, but it’s all worth savoring. Protecting Liyue this time was a journey worth reflecting on.”
“Venti… what’s the pinnacle of power in this world?” Jia Changjiang asked, his eyes lifting to the clear sky. “As one of the Seven, you must know, right? No—your strength should place you close to that level, shouldn’t it?”
“Not a chance!” Venti replied without missing a beat, puffing his chest proudly. “I haven’t managed Mondstadt for thousands of years—I’m practically a lightweight now!”
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