And this answer had been personally confirmed by Lu Jun, the leader they trusted without reservation. Lu Jun had no reason to deceive them over something like this, nor would he ever do so.
The oppressive silence lasted several seconds before Tang Wulin finally broke it with a hoarse, abrupt question:
"Brother Lu... why? Why did you choose to tell me the truth now?"
He raised his head, his eyes slightly red, his voice carrying a barely perceptible trace of grievance and agitation:
"Actually... you could have lied to me and said it wasn't true. Why... why did you tell me?"
"There was no need for me to lie to you about this. And I couldn't fool you anyway. The resonance of bloodlines cannot be faked."
Lu Jun's gaze remained calmly fixed on the god-level battlefield ahead. His hands rested steadily on the hilt of the Ice Abyss Sword, as though he were simply recounting a fact that had nothing to do with him.
"She truly is your biological older sister."
Then, under everyone's grave stares, Lu Jun slowly unveiled the secrets of the God Realm in an utterly flat tone.
He explained Tang Wulin's origins—how he was the son of Divine King Tang San; how the God Realm had suffered a surprise attack from the Golden Dragon King; how, before his fall, the Golden Dragon King had forcibly fused his divine core and resentment into the infant Tang Wulin; and why Tang San had been forced to seal him and send him down to the Douluo Continent, cutting him off from Immortal Spirit Qi to prevent the crisis from being triggered.
Throughout the entire account, Lu Jun neither embellished anything nor deliberately disparaged Tang San's choices. He merely stated the facts objectively.
"So, do you understand now?"
Lu Jun