Honkai, But I Have Too Many Mods

Fu Hua thought it over, but she really couldn't think of anything within her knowledge that could bring the dead back to life.

"It's not like this is a game where you can freely cast resurrection spells."

"I know that! Has anyone ever told you that you, Marshal, have absolutely no sense of atmosphere?!"

"..."

Who was the Marshal here?

Fu Hua looked troubled.

She wasn't good at dealing with drunks at all.

Especially drunks like Feixiao, who could both throw tantrums and throw punches.

"...Look on the bright side. Maybe your master would be very proud of who you are now?"

"..."

A trace of gloom appeared on Feixiao's face as she lay sprawled across the table.

"I don't know... But if I'd had my current strength back then, that battlefield probably wouldn't have... caused such a huge upheaval."

"...Then your master would definitely be proud. That's how I feel as a master myself."

One spoke from the perspective of a disciple, the other from that of a master.

"Really?"

"At least, when I discovered that Ling Shuang Swordsmanship had surpassed me, I was very proud."

Fu Hua thought for a moment, then smiled faintly.

"Is that so..."

Feixiao rested on the table, tilting her head slightly. "But Lord Yueyu can't see it now..."

...This was bad. The more she tried to comfort Feixiao, the more depressed she became.

Maybe this really wasn't something someone with such a "happy and fulfilled" life should say?

Maybe she needed to find some outside help right now?

Fu Hua opened her contacts list.

First, she ruled out her own disciples. She couldn't exactly put on a show of domestic bliss for Feixiao.

Then... the next option should be someone from the Xianzhou, right?

But among the Xianzhou people, the only one who