Zibai came to a sudden realization and looked up at the young girl beside her. "I see. Times have changed, and these words have taken on new meanings... Luka, do you have any fans?"

"Huh?? Luka? Me?" Lu Xiangxiang pointed at herself in confusion. "Sister Zibai, you've got it wrong. I'm not Luka, I'm Lu Xiangxiang!"

The orange-yellow hue in Zibai's eyes seemed to churn like a Slime. She frowned slightly. "That's not right. Aren't you that Luka who wants to make a name for himself and become famous? And you're even of the combat faction..."

"Zibai! Get a grip! Luka is still up there preparing for his revival match! There's no way he could be here in Liyue eating at the same table as you!?" Paimon quickly floated to Lu Xiangxiang's ear and whispered, "Sorry, she might not have rested well last night. Her head is a bit muddled right now..." Paimon reached out a finger and pointed surreptitiously at her own head.

"You white-haired brat! Do you really think I can't hear you?" Zibai's eyes instantly turned red, and her tone became sharp. "Weren't you the one who wanted to go back to your old home, Belobog in Yilong Wharf, to pick tea leaves the night before last? If you aren't Luka, then who are you?"

"How did I become Luka now..." Paimon muttered softly. "...And with Belobog's freezing climate, there's no way tea leaves could grow there, right?"

"Why wouldn't they grow? Belobog has a moist climate and fertile soil; it's perfect for growing tea. Wait a moment, I'll have my two gui—"

As she spoke, Zibai seemed to trigger some keyword. Her eyes instantly switched back to yellow, and she couldn't help but let out a surprised "Eh?" "Two... guides? Are you two going to take me to Belobog to pick tea leaves later?"

"Belobog... that... place might be a bit far, and their tea isn't on sale, so it's not a good deal at all. Let's not go there, okay?" Paimon scratched her head awkwardly. "But... if you're willing, we can take you to Qiaoying Village. The tea there is even better than Belobog's."

Zibai smiled and gently tucked her white hair behind her ear. "That sounds wonderful. Then I'll have to trouble you two guides to lead the way."

—

After seeing off Huohuo and Mr. Tail, Stelle began to seriously prepare for the revival match with Luka. The mechanism of the revival match was simple and direct: the contestants would individually challenge a "referee" selected by the Luofu.

"I heard the Luofu invited a warrior of great reputation, known for his virtues, to serve as the 'referee' for the revival challengers. Do you know about Knight of Pure Beauty?"

"They're old acquaintances."

Luka was once again shocked by Stelle's extensive connections. "The Astral Express's social circle is way too wide! I can even run into a bunch of your close friends while participating in a Wardance..."

Camellia: "Mr. Luka, the heroic sight of you bravely throwing your punches will surely make this knight feel your beauty. I sincerely hope you achieve victory!"

Although he appreciated Camellia's blessing, Luka couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive.

(Is the way I throw punches... beautiful? Hmm... how can I even see myself punching? Will that Knight of Pure Beauty approve of me? 'Knights of Beauty' sounds like an organization with very strict aesthetic standards...)

Luka gently slapped his cheeks.

(Don't overthink it, Luka! Think of Marge. What's important is always the next punch!)

Having prepared himself, Luka stepped back onto the stage of the revival match. Argenti, spear in hand, had been waiting for them on the arena for a long time.

"Argenti, it really is you."

"We meet again, my dear friend. Your presence is as captivating as ever." Argenti gave an elegant bow. "As much as I'd like to chat more with you, Stelle, please forgive my neglect, for today's protagonist is not you. It is Luka."

"Ah... Nice to meet you, Mr. Argenti. I've heard so much about you... I heard you're incredibly strong... I'm pretty strong too! Haha!"

"This isn't the first time I've seen you. I was there for your match against Boothill."

Luka felt a bit embarrassed. "Mr. Argenti, I must have looked like a joke to you. But don't underestimate me because of that!"

"No, no, no, no." Argenti immediately corrected him. "The way you stepped forward and fearlessly threw your fist at such a terrifying opponent... that scene was truly beautiful. I savored that moment with tears in my eyes for a long time."

—

Harry Potter.

"Was that scene... beautiful?"

Ron was stuffing Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans into his mouth while watching the Celestial Screen, his cheeks bulging.

"Of course you wouldn't understand. What Argenti values isn't just physical appearance, but the aesthetic spirit." Hermione closed her notebook and glanced at Ron. "Of course, if Argenti saw you now, he'd probably praise you as beautiful too. The way you eat is like a wild hamster preparing for hibernation... the way you strive for survival... is truly beautiful."

Ron naturally caught the sarcasm in Hermione's voice. He curled his lip and said, "So what? In my memory, it seems Argenti has never encountered anything 'not beautiful'—except for those disgusting bugs. It seems as long as it's humanoid—no, even if it's not, it'll get praised by him."

"You don't think his praise is cheap, do you?" Hermione said calmly. "Ultimately, we rarely see Argenti encounter anyone truly vile. It's a pity that bastard Argenti can't participate in the revival match; otherwise, in Argenti's eyes, he'd be a hideous person who has forsaken beauty. I'd really love to see him get taught a lesson by Argenti..."

—

Luka scratched his head awkwardly. "You're making me blush... I lost so miserably, it couldn't have been beautiful at all, right?"

"I must correct your perspective, Luka—Idrila's teachings do not include such nonsense as 'the winner is more beautiful than the loser'." Argenti looked at him earnestly. "Boothill only wanted to intimidate you, but you didn't know that at the time. You thought you were going to die, yet for your dignity, your honor, and your home, you still threw that punch. In my eyes, that is the perfect manifestation of combat aesthetics."

"Of course, Boothill's behavior in the last match really did cross the line. After the fight ended, I gave him a six-hour lecture on ideological education. I believe he is reflecting on his actions now."