With the package clutched in her hand, Hu Tao stepped back into the night, the stars her only companions. Her path wound through the city, eventually leading her back to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, its premises shrouded in the quiet darkness of night. There, within its walls, Hu Tao prepared for another day of guiding souls, her spirit bolstered by the simple joys she had discovered under the canopy of Teyvat's starry night.
But be warned: sharing a meal with Hu Tao inevitably involves her signature brand of mischief. Known throughout Liyue Harbor as the town's resident prankster, she might suddenly pretend to be possessed by a wandering spirit, conjuring a faint Pyro flame in the dark to see your reaction. Her infectious, cheerful giggles usually give her away before the prank goes too far, proving that her playful nature is all in good fun. Guardianship Beyond the Veil
To Hu Tao, the boundaries between the living and the mortal world are merely lines to be blurred. "As long as people live, the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor has to ensure the boundary between the living and the dead is respected." She treats the night as her personal canvas—a time when the stars align, spirits wander, and inspiration strikes for her next great poem. The Poet of the Night
The night grew cooler. Somewhere below, a vendor was closing his stall, the clatter of wood on wood echoing up the cliffside. Hu Tao reached over and, without asking, took my hand. Her fingers were small and surprisingly cold. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao
As night fell, Hu Tao led me to the outskirts of Liyue, where the streets were lined with flickering lanterns and the sound of distant music drifted through the air. We walked in comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet. It was as if the night itself was alive, and we were its companions.
She let go.
The world inverts.
Under the canopy of a star-filled Teyvat sky, she might suddenly sit upon a fallen log and request that you compose a matching verse to her cryptic, off-the-cuff poetry. Her rhymes are quick, witty, and often leave her attendants entirely bewildered, blending the profound beauty of nature with her quirky sense of humor.
Despite the haunting surroundings, Hu Tao skips along the dirt paths, reciting her famous "Hiligurl Song" without a trace of fear. Her high spirits are a protective shield; she understands the spirits of the hill intimately and knows that fear only feeds the restless dead. Tending to the Border
A night spent with Hu Tao offers a rare perspective on Teyvat. It shows that life and death are not enemies, but two parts of a beautiful song. As the city wakes up, the director returns to her parlor, ready to rest before the next night begins. With the package clutched in her hand, Hu
As the hours pass, the conversation may turn to the topic of remembrance and the power of memory. Hu Tao's thoughts on the subject are tinged with a deep melancholy, for she has witnessed the fleeting nature of human existence and the impermanence of all things.
She walks back down the mountain path, ready to grab breakfast at Wanmin Restaurant. A night with Hu Tao proves that she does not live in the shadow of death. Instead, she uses its proximity to burn brighter than anyone else in Teyvat.
What follows is a chaotic sprint across the Liyue countryside. You leap over rocks, slide under branches, and dodge spectral hands trying to tickle you. Hu Tao is ahead of you, laughing like a manic flute. She uses her elemental skill to phase through a hilichurl camp, leaving the monsters confused and on fire. You are not so lucky. You trip over a cooking pot. But be warned: sharing a meal with Hu
“You’re slow, Traveler!” She offers you a hand, then immediately pulls it away. “Just kidding. Get up yourself. It builds character.”