[Zhongli sees what Xiao is wearing and sighs to himself. Why couldn't they have treated him with the same respect? He thinks again of the angelic loincloth he'd been presented with and feels a twinge of irritation. Yet, seeing Xiao in his element with the spear is... more important. It brings back some memories, too, though they were never far away to begin with.

Sorry your dad is dressed like it's a toga party.]

I doubt they will give me a choice, knowing what I am.

[He comes a little closer, lowers his voice, and says:]

I have a talisman that will protect you from the effects of their food. It isn't too late for you to make your escape. You do not have to do this.