Promises to keep you alive, pledges from a Purple Mansion Lord—the Purple Mansion cultivators who said such things were often the most ruthless when deceiving lesser cultivators.
Three Nothing was startled by his abnormal behavior, but used no other means, quietly awaiting Li Fuchan's next words.
Half his body was still trembling violently amid thunderfire and gray light, yet his smile was chilling:
"I finally remembered."
He spoke through his inner voice, with an indescribable sense of satisfaction. "I finally remembered what I'd forgotten."
Three Nothing had been startled several times by his string of unusual actions. Hearing this now, he instead grew somewhat intrigued. "Then what exactly did you remember?"
The lightning in Li Fuchan's dusky gray eyes had dimmed, but something else burned eerily within them.
"The Spirit Oath. It was the Spirit Oath."
"What Spirit Oath did you and I swear back then? I actually forgot every last word of it."
"Isn't that laughable? The thing meant to keep us from harming each other, the Spirit Oath meant to protect me—in the end, I forgot it completely, as though it had never existed."
It was not just the Spirit Oath.
Three Nothing had once advised him on how to guard against Divine Ability life-fishing. It had said Li Fuchan could use a Talisman Register, linking his own destiny to Register Qi to defend against such abilities.
Yet Li Fuchan had never acted on it. He had unconsciously forgotten the matter, and had never refined the scenes of death within the chaos to condense register qi.
Why had Li Fuchan never trusted Three Nothing?
Precisely because there was always a missing stretch of memory in his mind. That missing memory always slipped into a haze, and whenever he finally recalled it, circumstances left him no time to investigate