Du Yu slowly returned to the Legend Livestream Room. Almost all the immortals had left, and only one woman remained, asleep in her seat with her body resting against the backrest.
Although she wore a mask, she looked utterly exhausted.
Du Yu was about to wake her when he saw a tear slip down from her half-closed eyes beneath the mask.
"This parting will be our last..."
Lady Houtu's lips moved slightly as she murmured those words.
The sorrow at the corners of Houtu's eyes stirred something in Du Yu. Unable to bring himself to wake her, he quietly sat down beside her instead.
He looked at the woman before him and thought, Lady Houtu really is a strange immortal. Others don't need to eat, but she does. Others don't need to sleep, but she does.
Not only that, her temper was blunt and straightforward, nothing like an immortal who had cast aside the seven emotions and six desires.
And her memory was terrible, too.
The last thing the Queen Mother of the West had told him before he entered the Legend Livestream Room echoed in Du Yu's mind:
"You little brat, let This Dowager make this clear beforehand. Although Houtu was close to Xingtian, whether she helps you with this depends chiefly on her own wishes. If she doesn't want to discuss it, you must not keep asking, or This Dowager will make you regret it."
"How strange..." Du Yu muttered. "Does the Queen Mother of the West really care that much about Lady Houtu?"
While Du Yu was lost in thought, Houtu woke up.
She looked at him in confusion and asked, "What are you up to, brat? Why are you sneaking around, sitting beside me?"
"Huh?" Du Yu startled. "Boss, what kind of person do you take