"I want to speak with you."
Since the person lurking in the shadows had gone to such lengths and put so much thought into influencing him, they must have wanted something.
And since they wanted something, Li Fuchan had the right to hiss back at them.
That was his passive skill when facing higher cultivators.
Seeing that the ancient book showed no sign of movement, Li Fuchan did not hesitate. The thunderfire abruptly contracted, igniting the whorl-circuit golden essence in an instant. The tip of Light-Deceiving stabbed straight into the point between his brows, and a streak of crimson blood trickled down.
He did not fear death. There was no better bargain than using one death to verify an answer.
"This Tribulation Divination is over."
Just as Li Fuchan sighed inwardly and began considering his next move, A Plea for Thirty-Six Years of Romantic Tales on the floor suddenly moved without any wind, turning to a blank page where a line of writing appeared:
"What a vicious White Cicada. You really dared to throw away your life to bluff me."
At the sight, Li Fuchan felt a jolt of shock, followed immediately by deep resentment.
"Fuck you. I can't stop it now."
The thunderfire had already ignited the whorl-circuit golden essence completely.
Light-Deceiving thrust forward with all its might.
Li Fuchan's head was on the verge of splitting in two.
Yet in the next instant, the page of A Plea for Thirty-Six Years of Romantic Tales on which the writing had just appeared suddenly shot out a beam of white light, enveloping Li Fuchan.
A moment later, silence returned to the chamber.
Li Fuchan looked at the blank sheet that had been torn out and saw a gray-and-white portrait slowly appearing on it.
Dressed in blue robes, Li Fuchan sat