Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 636 Resounding in All Directions
The South Wharf of Liyue Harbor was bustling with activity, and cargo ships were everywhere.

Since the North Wharf and Scarlet Cloud Slope port area were reduced to ashes in the Sunburst Harbor War, this place has become the only lifeline of Liyue that is still flowing continuously. All merchant ships, goods, and people are squeezed and rushing in this narrow bay.

The shouts of laborers, the bargaining of merchants, and the roar of cranes blended together into a deafening cacophony.

The traveler came straight from the direction of Yiyan Hall, hurrying through the bustling crowd, oblivious to the surrounding noise.

Paimon fluttered anxiously beside her, his little face full of confusion, and questions kept popping out of his mouth like a machine gun:

"Traveler! Why are you walking so fast? Aren't you going to take care of Heuria? What are we even doing at the docks?"

The girl's answer was brief, almost indifferent, her gaze piercing through the crowd and fixed firmly on a certain spot deep within the dock:
"Let's go find Famas."

"Looking for Famas?" Paimon raised his voice in surprise. "But that lousy guarantor has been disappearing like a ghost ever since the fight... If we really want to find him, shouldn't we go to the Hall of Rebirth and ask Mr. Zhongli for information first?"

"The dock is so big, and he's not a dockworker, he wouldn't be moving goods here..."

"Stop asking, just keep up."

The traveler interrupted Paimon's incessant chatter, his steps unwavering, displaying an unquestionable resolve.

Paimon was full of questions, his little mouth pouting so much it could hang an oil bottle, but he resigned himself to sticking close behind the traveler, his little brows furrowed tightly.

The two moved nimbly through the crowded stalls and piles of containers like fish, twisting and turning until they finally arrived at the very edge of the South Wharf, at the end of a pier that jutted into the sea.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the main channel and the crowds of people, all that remains is the monotonous sound of waves lapping against the wooden piles and the lingering salty smell brought by the sea breeze.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty scent, whistled across the empty pier.

The traveler made sure no one was around before slowly turning around, his voice cutting through the wind:
"Paimon, do you still remember Xiao the Immortal?"

"Of course I remember!" The little white sprite immediately put his hands on his hips, his round face full of dissatisfaction. "The Great Sage Who Subdues Demons! Are you questioning my super memory, Paimon?"

The traveler ignored her protests, his gaze fixed intently on Paimon:

"Then you must also remember that he once said, 'If you encounter any misfortune, call my name.'"

"Well……"

Paimon tilted his head, tapping his chin lightly with his finger, trying hard to recall his memories.

“Hmm, it seems… there is such a thing…” She blinked her big eyes, looking at the traveler with confusion, “But what does this have to do with us coming to the dock to find Famas?”

The traveler did not answer immediately; she turned her gaze to the distance again, where the afternoon sun danced on the vast sea, breaking into a shimmering sheet of gold.

The girl's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty, clearly reaching Paimon's ears:

"Since calling Xiao's true name allows him to sense and respond across distances..."

The traveler paused, then turned sharply, tilting his chin at Paimon: "Then shouldn't Famas, who is of a higher rank and greater power than Xiao, have an easier time doing it?"

"Hey?!"

Paimon's mouth suddenly opened wide, her eyes widened, as if a flash of light had exploded in her mind.

"Yes, yes! Traveler! You're so clever! You don't mean to..."

“Instead of searching for a needle in a haystack in Liyue Harbor, let’s just call out Famas’s name right here.” The Traveler picked up Paimon’s words and flew towards the endless sea and sky with the howling sea breeze: “Maybe that guy will hear us and come over.”

In the common understanding of the people of Liyue, the ability to respond to calls is a skill of the Liyue immortals. It is said that the Liyue immortals can respond to calls and arrive instantly by sensing the thoughts in their hearts.

However, such supernatural powers are not something that ordinary immortals can master. Only those with the highest cultivation among immortals, or those who specialize in this path, can achieve it. Even powerful demon gods are not all proficient in it; at the very least, only those with profound authority can access it.

For example, with Heureia, the Traveler doesn't feel that she can respond to a sound, let alone in Liyue.

Thinking it and acting on it, the traveler cleared his throat and called out loudly to the surging sea:
"FAMAS!"

The sound was carried away by the wind, but was easily swallowed up by the roar of the waves in the distance.

"FAMAS! Hey! If you hear me, say something!"

Paimon flew to the traveler's shoulder, cupped his little hands into a megaphone shape, and shouted several more times.

The sea breeze still howls, the sky and sea are vast and boundless, where is there even the slightest trace of a response?

Paimon floated down a little lower, dejected, his little brows furrowed, and he poked the traveler's arm suspiciously:

"Traveler...is your method really reliable? Why isn't there any news at all? Could it be that we've made a mistake, or...that wretched backup planner simply doesn't want to talk to us?"

Yingmei did not answer immediately. Her gaze remained fixed on the horizon, but her eyes were somewhat vacant, as if she was trying to dig out fragments of memory from some corner of the sky.

Suddenly, the girl's body stiffened slightly, she turned around abruptly, her eyes instantly brightening, and she spoke urgently:
"Wait! No!"

"What's wrong?"

Paimon was startled by her.

“His name!” the traveler blurted out. “Famas…we’ve always called him Famas, but that’s not his true name as a god…I remember now! His divine name is…”

"Halpas!"

Before the traveler could finish speaking, Paimon also realized what was happening. She slapped her smooth forehead with her small hand, making a crisp sound, her voice filled with the regret of sudden realization:
"Yes, yes, Halpas! I knew something was off, Zhongli said... call that name quickly!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the two quickly turned to face the sea, took a deep breath, and with the certainty of finally finding the key, shouted with all their might towards the endless sea and sky:
"Halpas!"

The call was like a pebble thrown into calm water, its echo still lingering in the sea breeze.

As if in response to this just call, the bustling air of the harbor seemed to freeze for a moment. A cool and gentle breeze, without warning and carrying an indescribable strange scent, quietly brushed against the sea surface and gently grazed the back of the traveler's and Paimon's necks.

This subtle feeling set off alarm bells in both of their hearts. Almost simultaneously, they turned their heads sharply and looked in the direction of the wind.

Not far away, at the end of the pier stretching out into the sea, several seagulls had just taken flight. A figure had quietly settled on a pile of old, faded crates, looking relaxed.

It was Famas.

The seawater behind him shattered into fine silver light, reflecting off his red and white hair.

He crossed his arms, his crimson eyes holding a mixture of understanding and helplessness as he silently and unblinkingly watched them.

"What are you shouting about in the middle of the day? Don't the neighbors sleep?"
(End of this chapter)