Genshin Impact: Supreme Justice of Teyvat

Chapter 24: Nightfall Descends, the Yellow Cloak Sets Out!

“You’re making it sound so real, but why do I feel like you’re just a conman? Are you really from the Awakener Forum?”

Lu Yu’s reply pierced Sun Jun’s heart like a sharp blade, flooding him with frustration but leaving him no outlet to vent.

The other party wasn’t wrong—he had no qualifications to access the forum. Everything he knew about it came second-hand from friends, embellished by his “artistic flair.”

After all, could one call it lying?

No, this was “artistic processing!”

Admitting the truth, however, was out of the question. The online world was his sole sanctuary.

He pondered how best to respond when a flash of inspiration hit him. Laughing, he typed back:

“Normally, I wouldn’t explain myself, but since I’m in a good mood today, let me enlighten you. I happen to have an invitation to a night market where plenty of Awakeners gather, even those from other cities. They exchange and trade resources there.

“It’s an invitation worth its weight in gold, something only a powerhouse like me could receive.”

The invitation was real, though acquiring it had required pulling countless strings and emptying much of his savings.

Despite the cost, entering the night market would give him plenty of bragging rights online. If he could snag a rare treasure or two, it would all be worth it.

The Night Market.

Lu Yu’s eyes narrowed. Casting bait in a water-cooler post had netted him a big fish!

Night markets, also known as bazaars, were hubs for late-night trade. Awakeners often acquired items during battles in the wilderness that were of no use to them but could be exchanged or sold for things they needed.

These markets were treasure troves, offering rare materials and extraordinary knowledge from the world of transcendence. Even if one found nothing of material value, gaining insights into that world was worthwhile—better than stumbling in the dark with no direction.

Still, Lu Yu resisted the urge to press for the location. Fishing required patience; pulling too hard might scare the fish away.

Grinning, he typed:

“Anyone can brag. I’ve also been invited to a Federation banquet where they’re introducing me to a princess—fair-skinned, beautiful, and elegant. Shall I spin more tales?”

“How dare you!”

Sun Jun slammed the table, furious yet powerless behind the screen.

He was used to being the one trolling others, but now the tables had turned. In his rage, he took a photo of the invitation, address included, but hesitated to post it openly.

Though angry, he wasn’t reckless. Publicly broadcasting Awakener affairs could invite severe punishment. Instead, he used the private chat’s temporary image feature, allowing the recipient five seconds to view the photo without the ability to screenshot it.

“Let’s see how you respond now, troll!”

Sun Jun stared intently at the screen, imagining the other party’s stunned and panicked reaction upon realising he was an Awakener.

Would they cry in apology?

Perhaps even beg for forgiveness?

He rehearsed a lecture in his mind, adopting a superior tone before magnanimously “forgiving” the troll. Surely, they’d worship him as an idol after that.

Ah, the simple joys of an Awakener’s life!

Ding!

A new message appeared, and Sun Jun eagerly opened it:

“Toolman, goodbye!”

Sun Jun froze, blinking at the screen. Then he sent three question marks in confusion:

“???”

(You have been blocked by the user. To send messages, please add them as a friend.)@@novelbin@@

Meanwhile, on the other end, Lu Yu had already memorised the address in the corner of the invitation:

17 East Baihua Alley, North Suburb, Hang City.

Located on the outskirts near the wilderness, it was a secluded area, rarely visited by ordinary people.

Having secured the information he needed, Lu Yu decisively cut ties with the “toolman.” Rather than delete the contact, he opted to block them—just in case he needed more information later.

After all, a toolman should stay in their place.

Smirking at the thought, Lu Yu glanced at the setting sun. Rising from his chair, he began preparing for the night. His old disguise had already been used and would draw too much attention if worn again.

Rummaging through his wardrobe, he pulled out a yellow trench coat and a white mask with a sinister smile. Wearing them, he spoke in a deep voice:

“When night falls, the Yellow Cloak emerges!”