"Do you have any other questions?" Angel did not wait for Bobota to come to his senses on his own, but directly woke him.
Faced with Angel's question, Bobota's thoughts were still somewhat stiff and sluggish. It took him quite a while to recover.
The questions he had wanted to ask had, in fact, largely been answered when Angel revealed this information. There were merely some details he still could not understand. But those trifling questions would eventually have answers; there was no need to raise them now.
"I have many questions, but none of them are important right now." After pondering for a moment, Bobota slowly said, "What I most want to know now is... do I still have a chance to see my sister?"
After asking, Bobota's eyes held both timidity and a faint trace of hope.
For him, the dream of reviving the Origin-Worshiping Clan had gradually settled with the death of his physical body. It had not vanished, only been set aside for the time being.
The only person he cared about now was his younger sister—the person he owed the most, and the one he had wronged most deeply.
When Bobota died, he had thought he would never see his sister again. Yet Angel's description of the Dream Wilderness had allowed his dust-covered heart to reveal its vivid red once more.
Bobota's burning gaze fixed tightly upon Angel.
After several seconds of silence, Angel smiled faintly. "There is still a chance. But when it will come is difficult to say."
Bobota showed no regret upon hearing this answer. Instead, he let out a long breath. "As long as there is a chance, that is enough."
What he feared most was having no chance at all. Yet Angel had personally acknowledged that he might still see