"A cultivator whose 'Li Thunder' has undergone Rift Transformation, someone unseen in eight thousand years. It has been a very long time."
A line of writing appeared on A Plea for Thirty-Six Years of Romantic Tales, every stroke radiating an irrepressible heat.
Things had already reached this point. However shocked or furious he became, it would do no good. Li Fuchan had already recovered from his earlier shock.
He showed no particular surprise at Three Nothing's words. Still standing at the bridgehead, his hands tucked into his sleeves, he lowered his eyes toward the book, his expression so calm it bordered on indifference.
He and Three Nothing could be considered old acquaintances.
But to Three Nothing, the Li Fuchan before it now was a complete stranger.
Cautious and quiet, deeply calculating, possessed of many methods—an ancient cultivator bearing a mutation of "Li Thunder."
That was the outline Three Nothing had drawn of Li Fuchan in its mind.
Now I have him cornered here. Formidable though he may be, he is ultimately no more than a Lower Cultivator. His horizons are limited, and he cannot see through my bluff. Even if I can no longer wield Divine Ability freely, this display of intimidation will give me ways to keep him under control.
Li Fuchan could more or less guess what Three Nothing was planning.
He had never lowered his guard around Three Nothing, nor had he ever, even for a moment, considered it a fool.
In the previous Tribulation Divination, Three Nothing had inferred that there might be some hidden mystery behind his death merely from the scant traces left when he imbued Light-Deceiving with register qi, together with his strange behavior in repeatedly threatening to die.
Its ensuing chain of schemes had pursued him relentlessly. First it lured him north,