AI bots can be unpredictable and the same chat responses might not work for everyone. Here are the response(s) that helped increase NPC relationship for me.
WHERE TO FIND: Blissful Retreat, Qinghe. Located near the river southwest of the boundary stone.
Note: Seems like a set script, doesn’t really matter what we say.
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Wang Fuhu | Mysterious Patron
A passerby searching for the legendary Water Lady in the martial world. It’s said that finding Water Lady can lead to a rebirth.
Listen to Wang Fuhu’s doubts and confusion. Maybe lending an ear will help him find some clarity. moshimushi.wordpress.com
WFH: (shouting to the sky, voice with frustration) Mother! I truly can’t tell what’s real anymore—I just can’t!
Me: What happened?
WFH: (eyes wide, gesturing animatedly) This place called Heaven’s Pier is downright bizarre… there are two of them! In one, day turns into night and night into day. The sun and moon hang in the sky together, and the river doesn’t flow with water, but with light, like fireflies drifting downstream. Isn’t that strange? I swear, I’m about to lose my mind!
Me: Strange indeed…
WFH: (resting his chin on his hand, deep in thought) Lately, I keep feeling like everything here is being manipulated by some unseen force. There are moments when time itself seems to freeze… but when I snap out of it, it’s as if nothing every happened.
Me: How intriguing
WFH: (brows furrowed, voice low with confusion) Every day, at the same exact time, everything just… stops. Birds hang motionless in the air, the wind dies completely. And then, when things start moving again, you—Wanderer‚ always seem to be nearby.
Me: Me?
WFH: (sighs, voice tinged with frustration) I’ve tried leaving, truly I have. But whenever I reach the edge of Heaven’s Pier, it’s like there’s an invisible wall blocking my way. No matter what I do, I just can’t get through.
Me: …
WFH: (leans in, voice lowered) I often dream at night… and strangely, the scenes in my dreams match what happens here in Heaven’s Pier. Sometimes I see myself standing between two versions of it and whichever path I choose, it feels wrong. What if what we call reality is just a dream within a dream?
Me: …
WFH: (brows furrowed, voice tinged with unease) I’m beginning to suspect… everything I’ve experienced, even meeting you, was it all arranged? Every time you appear, things unfold step by step, as if we’re following a script written by someone unseen.
Me: …
WFH: (chuckles softly, a hint of resignation in his voice) All things in this world are but illusions. Why waste effort trying to separate truth from falsehood? Let it be… let it be, though every time I speak, it feels… pre-written—but I just can’t prove it. moshimushi.wordpress.com
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