Tang Wutong froze.
A clear trace of struggle and hesitation appeared on her exquisite face.
Ever since learning that Huo Yuhao had truly returned through Resurrection, the complex, indescribable emotions buried deep within her heart for Ten Thousand Years had been violently stirred.
Joy?
Excitement?
Guilt?
Fear?
Even she could not explain it.
If not for the restraint of Lu Jun's Ice Puppet mark, she might already have been unable to stop herself from seeking out that figure.
Now, upon hearing Lu Jun's order, a thought surfaced involuntarily.
She bit her lip and cautiously ventured, "Actually... perhaps there is a better way."
She raised her pink-blue eyes and looked at Lu Jun.
"What if I go talk to him? After all, between him and me... there are certain ties."
At her words, Lu Jun's brows knitted almost imperceptibly, and a faint warning flashed through his eyes.
"Tang Wutong." His voice turned several degrees colder. "I know very well what you are thinking."
Seeing the instant panic in Tang Wutong's eyes, he continued calmly.
"Do not forget the terrible price Huo Yuhao paid back then to stop your father, Tang San, from descending upon Douluo Star and shattering his grand plan of Ten Thousand Years."
"And you... are Tang San's biological daughter."
He paused, his tone carrying an almost cruel lucidity.
"What do you think Huo Yuhao will feel when he faces you?"
"Will he feel even the slightest affection or leniency toward you because of the blood flowing through your veins?"
"Do not cling to unrealistic fantasies." Lu Jun shook his head. "Did you forget what Snow Empress said just now?"
"Huo Yuhao was already extreme enough in his actions ten thousand years ago."
"After Ten Thousand Years, after enduring a long slumber and the cleansing of faith, no one