"Du Yu! Answer me this: you sent away all the gods and Underworld Enforcers, gave up the right to use the Eight Directions Ghost Record, and stayed here all alone. Aren't you just waiting to die?"
Du Yu silently shook his head. "Old He, I'm not waiting to die. I'm waiting for you."
"Waiting for me?" He Suoyi gave Du Yu a puzzled look. "What for?"
"There's something I have to say to you, no matter what. I won't rest easy until I've said it." Du Yu lowered his head and fell silent for a moment. "You left in such a hurry last time that I never got the chance. This time, I really have to make up for it."
"Oh?" He Suoyi's interest was instantly piqued. He smiled. "Then I'd certainly like to hear it. What exactly do you have to say?"
Du Yu took a deep breath and said with perfect composure, "He Suoyi, I hereby formally announce that you're fired from the Legend Management Bureau."
A profound silence followed those words.
He Suoyi stared at him with wide eyes, as though looking at an idiot.
Before long, he slapped his thigh and burst out laughing again. "Hahahaha! Priceless! Absolutely priceless!"
Du Yu slowly rose to his feet. "What's so funny?"
"Du Yu, are those the only last words you could come up with at death's door?" He Suoyi asked.
"Not really." Du Yu rolled his neck. "You've been standing around without showing any intention of killing me, so I thought I'd find a way to chat with you a little longer."
"And then?" He Suoyi sneered. "Now that you've said your piece, will it change anything?"
Du Yu began loosening his wrists as well. He glanced at He Suoyi. "Old He, I'm done wasting words on you.