I’m Li Buxiang, Liyue Harbor’s famous immortal loafer.
I have three great loves in life: fishing, sunbathing, and drinking coconut milk.
But for some reason, people keep interrupting my carefree life.
I happened upon a girl in trouble and casually pulled her to safety.
To my surprise, she was Keqing, the Yuheng, and she insisted I was some unfathomably powerful master.
I was sunbathing by the docks when I casually turned down a high-paying job.
Then Ningguang, the Tianquan, decided I was indifferent to fame and fortune and started sending me special coconut milk every day.
I found some worthless intel and “anonymously” reported it to the Millelith.
Then Yelan, the intelligence chief, showed up at my door in the middle of the night, saying I’d led her around in circles and begging me to work with her.
Everyone: “Master, stop pretending! There’s no hiding that incredible cultivation of yours!”
Li Buxiang, looking completely innocent: “I’m really not a master. I’m just a fisherman!”
As soon as he finishes speaking, the Jade Chamber beneath his feet creaks and groans. Ten world-ending magical cannons slowly rise, their muzzles pointed at the entire Fatui fleet.
All of Liyue: “...”
Wait, that’s what you call a fisherman?!
