Music. Familiar music. Mingjue grits his teeth, Baxia leaping into his hand as he stalks through the trees despite the soothing effect of the tune.

Had Meng Yao lied and taken up music again?

No - the source of the melody becomes clear quickly and stops him short before he lets out a relieved breath. Baxia settles. Xichen's music is safe.

"Xichen," he greets when he moves closer, pulling two of the missing people along with him.