Life In Teyvat- Night With Hu Tao !link! -

“The funeral tradition is like science,” Hu Tao would say, her voice a playful chime in the quiet halls. “It cannot be performed based on impressions and personal habits.” It is here, among the incense and the ancient artifacts, that Hu Tao's "night school" begins. She invites consultants from all walks of life to pass their teachings on to the undertakers. Of all her lecturers, the most revered is the parlor’s mysterious consultant, Zhongli. Despite her playful teasing of his “old-fashioned” ways, she trusts him more than anyone. He is not just an employee; he is her anchor, the one person who fully understands the gravity of their shared work.

[Wuwang Hill Ecology] ├── Flora: Spiritflowers, Qingxin (cliffs) ├── Fauna: Dusk Birds, Shadow Bats └── Anomalies: Will-o'-the-Wisps, Wandering Souls Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao

Life in Teyvat: A Night with Hu Tao The transition from day to night in Liyue Harbor is not a mere shift in lighting. It is a profound change in atmosphere. As the sun sinks below the Horizon, the bright red pavilions and bustling docks fade into cool shadows. The amber glow of noctilucent jade and paper lanterns takes over. Most citizens of Liyue retreat to the warmth of Third Round Knockout or the comfort of their homes. However, for the seventy-seventh director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, the day is only just beginning. “The funeral tradition is like science,” Hu Tao

: While she may be a "troll" in daily life, during ceremonies she is immaculate and stern, following ancient rules to ensure both the living and the departed are satisfied. The Consultant Of all her lecturers, the most revered is

It began with a single, fire-sealed envelope slipped under my door at the Wangshu Inn. No return address, just a single stamp of a glowing butterfly. Inside, written in shimmering red ink that smelled faintly of dried herbs and smoke, was a poem: