I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 13

After leaving Tianwai Tian, Shang Can and Wan Shao flew for dozens of miles in silence.

Finally, Wan Shao broke the quiet. She sighed deeply, slowed her pace, and turned her head to ask, "How is your body holding up?"

Shang Can nodded silently. "I'm fine."

"I don't believe you for a second," Wan Shao stopped abruptly. "Look at yourself—you're a mess. You're telling me you're fine? Take your medicine first."

In matters like this, Wan Shao had the authority, so Shang Can obediently reached for her waist, only to find nothing.

She fumbled around her waist for a moment, eventually withdrawing her hand, and, meeting Wan Shao's accusatory gaze, slowly admitted, "...I lost the pouch."

"Shang Can, why don't you just lose yourself while you're at it?"

Knowing she was at fault, Shang Can came to a stop, standing obediently as Wan Shao, now furious, berated her.

"Why would you lose it? Huh? Don't even try telling me it was an accident. Now look—no medicine, no pouch, and you've even ripped part of your sleeve! You're going to drive me crazy!"

Wan Shao was furiously rummaging through her own stash of spare medicine when she suddenly caught sight of a flash of white sword light streaking across the sky from where they had come from, and her face went pale.

"Pursuers—"

Before she could finish, the sword light descended without warning, like snow falling from the sky. A woman, dressed in flowing white robes, quietly landed a short distance in front of them and turned to face them.

Wan Shao cursed inwardly. She no longer had the energy to scold Shang Can. She stepped back two paces, sneaking the medicine bottle she'd just found into Shang Can's hand, and held her breath, nervously watching Yun Duan.

...Oh, great. Why is her junior so good at tracking them down? Were they really flying that slowly?

Her mood sank further. It seemed they were doomed to a fight. They hadn't even done anything bad—well, not yet, anyway.

So much for their luck. Now they had no Dao Heart Lotus, and after helping those immortal sects clean up the demonic beasts, her junior was chasing them down for a fight—

"Are you injured?"

...Wait, was she here to fight?

Wan Shao was puzzled and followed Yun Duan's gaze to Shang Can.

Shang Can glanced at the medicine bottle that Wan Shao had just handed her and casually tucked it into her robes. Avoiding the question, she asked instead, "Is Lord Yun here to stop us?"

"..."

The breathtaking figure before them did not move, simply gazing at Shang Can with a quiet patience, as if waiting for her to answer the question first.

Shang Can said nothing, and neither did Yun Duan. This left Wan Shao in a rather awkward spot.

For some reason, the demonic lord of Biluo Huangquan now felt incredibly out of place, like an outsider in this situation.

...If she just turned around and ran right now, would anything even happen?

She was calculating her odds when another sharp sword light fell from the sky behind them, its shrill hum betraying the owner's unsteady emotions.

Wan Shao jumped in fright, spinning around to see another familiar face.

It was Yu Shan Jun, Chu Ming of Qingyu, who had also caught up with them.