Life in Teyvat: A Night with Hu Tao When the sun dips below the peaks of Mt. Tianheng and the golden glow of Liyue Harbor begins to flicker with lantern light, most citizens head home for tea and rest. But for , the eccentric 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor , the night is just beginning.
I admitted I was tired, scared, and confused. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao
Most people assume that when the sun dips below Liyue’s towering cliffs and the lanterns begin to float across the harbor, the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor closes its dark oak doors. They imagine Director Hu Tao finally resting, surrounded by the quiet dignity of her family’s ancient craft. Hu Tao Life in Teyvat: A Night with
She placed a Madame Ping’s special almond tofu on the table between you. I admitted I was tired, scared, and confused
With a knowing smile, she might allude to the secret histories of Liyue's great families, or the forgotten lore of the Qixing. Her words might transport you to a bygone era, where legendary heroes, mythical creatures, and powerful adepti once walked among mortals.
She punches your arm. It hurts more than it should.