After a moment of silence, Jiang Yu said, ‘How do you explain the blood contract?’
Chu Jiang touched his chin and said, ‘Before answering your question, I have a question for you. How much do you remember about the ancient times?’
Jiang Yu said indifferently, ‘I still don’t remember.’
Strangely, when he had previously awakened from his slumber, he had no recollection of anything from the ancient times at all, not even how he had become the sword spirit or why he had been sealed here.
Therefore, at first, he was quite dissatisfied with becoming the sword spirit of Hualing. Subconsciously, he always felt that there was something very important waiting for him to do. And he also wanted to regain his memories as soon as possible.
But a sword spirit forced to become human has to stay by its master’s side at all times. Therefore, until Hua Ling’s death, he had to guard her as a sword spirit. He could not leave, nor could he act freely.
Chu Jiang observed his expression: ‘Really, you don’t remember at all?’
Jiang Yu frowned, not understanding why Chu Jiang had asked.
He tried to remember again.
Jiang Yu: !
Chu Jiang leaned forward slightly: ‘Do you remember anything?’
Jiang Yu closed his eyes and shook his head: ‘I have a vague and indistinct impression, but I can’t say that I remember it. When I woke up, I also had some vague memories, but they weren’t clear. Now I just feel that the fog covering the screen of my memory has slightly lifted.’