Facing Lu Jun's calm gaze and Ha Luosa's scrutinizing, expectant stare, Wu Sidu felt an invisible pressure.
She instinctively shifted slightly to the side and reached out to grasp the hem of Lu Jun's clothes at his lower back, as though it were a source that could grant her strength and courage.
Wu Sidu lowered her head, her heart churning with conflict and struggle.
Resurrecting her parents... it was undoubtedly an immensely tempting choice.
She longed to see their smiles again, hear their voices again, and make up for all those lost warm moments.
But Ha Luosa's earlier warning about reverence for life and changes in one's state of mind was like a basin of cold water, gradually cooling her fevered thoughts.
She pressed her lips together tightly, then finally gathered her courage and raised her head. Her gaze passed over Lu Jun and fixed directly on Ha Luosa as she asked the question that concerned her most, her voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor:
"Senior Ha Luosa... I want to know, are my father and mother doing well in the Undead Plane?"
Ha Luosa was not surprised by the question. After a brief moment of thought, he asked in return:
"Forgive my presumptuousness, but when exactly did your father and mother pass away?"
Wu Sidu thought carefully before answering softly, her voice tinged with the sorrow of remembrance:
"My father... died when I was around three or four years old, during an operation against the Federation."
"My mother... was killed when I was nearly fourteen, at thirteen years old... She was surrounded and slain by three Titled Douluo from the Green Skull Organization."
Her voice sank.
"I'm sixteen this year."
Upon hearing this, Ha Luosa silently calculated the time, then nodded and explained to Wu Sidu in as gentle