We all grew up in Xiaohe Manor. How can we leave our homes like this?
Hark, good elder, are you blind? Disasters and strife, one barely recedes yet a new one rises? We are fearful for our lives.
Behold, good elder, don't you see? Our youths are spent, our numbers grow thin. There's naught but woe for me.
I ... No. I won't leave.
Lo, good elder, do your eyes fail? The old tree is unwell, it withers and dries, drawing only sad tears from myself.
Li, our good elderman! Join our sorrowful band. Fate has played her hand, so we must leave this land.
My dear old friend, my dear old friend... if this keeps going on, I'll be the only one left in Xiaohe Manor...
What happened? Can you tell me about the difficulties you're facing?
He's not reacting to me...
Don't bother. He can't see us. It's like shouting at a painting; the people inside won't respond.
If we don't even know what happened to them, fixing this won't be easy...
Are you trying to solve the thing with the PAC? Your precious Endfield tech is not gonna work here.
We can do whatever we want without upsetting them. Isn't that way easier?
Perhaps...
Here. It's for you...