Fu Hua did not even look back, her voice cold and hard. "Mind your own business!"
Otto did not mind her hostile attitude at all. Instead, he leisurely offered, "I have a suggestion. Care to hear it?"
"From you?"
Fu Hua stopped in her tracks, disbelief written all over her face. "What could you possibly have to say that isn't bullshit?"
That bone-deep disdain was impossible to hide.
Otto remained patient, even adding a touch of an old friend's warmth.
"My old friend... we've known each other for so long. Who in this world understands you better than I do?"
His gaze was fathomless, as though he could see right through Fu Hua's confusion. "You just woke up, didn't you? Your mind's a mess? You don't know who you are, or which side you should stand on?"
"You need an anchor."
"You need someone to help you find your bearings and recover who you are."
"Hey."
Fu Hua's brows knitted tightly, her expression as sour as if she had swallowed a fly. "You're not trying to come home with me, are you?"
"Of course not."
Otto shook his head with a smile, pacing his words perfectly. "I'm talking about the 'past you.'"
He left a Fenghuang Down feather as a contingency before he died.
As luck would have it, I know where it is.
And, even more conveniently, you know its current holder.
Otto Apocalypse's lips curled into a strange smile as he uttered a name. "Kevin Kaslana."
The livestream chat instantly exploded.
Comments cascaded across the screen, all filled with laughter that could make someone spit out their food.
"Kevin: gee, thanks."
"Kevin: how about turning on your mic so we can talk face-to-face?"
"That's so dirty. This old fox really knows how to stir things up."
"Otto's logic