"Fu Hua, can he be resurrected?"
Seeing that Fu Hua's expression had darkened, Tushan Honghong's heart leaped into her throat, as though she had already glimpsed the worst possible outcome. That made sense. He had been dead for so many years—how could he possibly be resurrected...
She had already known the answer in her heart, so why had she still held onto hope?
"..."
"He can. Technically."
Withdrawing her psychic power, Fu Hua turned to look at Tushan Honghong and realized that she seemed to be heading in a rather unhealthy direction. If she told her that resurrection was impossible, would Tushan Honghong completely turn herself into someone else?
Giving her hope only to plunge her into despair afterward... that would be a devastating blow.
After all, the greatest despair was not remaining at the bottom of the valley all along, but having someone toss down a rope after one had been there for some time, only to let go in the middle of the climb.
"Really? Whatever you need, Immortal, please name it. Even if I have to risk my life, I, Tushan Honghong, will see it done."
Hearing that there really was hope of resurrecting the little Taoist, Tushan Honghong, who had been somewhat despairing, instantly became excited. Even if she had to trade her own life for his, she would not hesitate in the slightest.
Ever since the day she had killed the little Taoist with her own hands, not a single day had passed without Honghong living in guilt and self-reproach, and not a single night had passed without her waking in shock.
"Too much time has passed. Although he can be resurrected... he may forget many things, including you..."
"Even so, do you still want to resurrect him?"
Even the little Taoist's soul was gone.