I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 27

The voice was hoarse, identical to that of the imposter who had used her name to seize the Dao Heart Lotus during the attack at Tianwaitian. Yet this time, it was no longer cold and devoid of emotion; instead, it was filled with a profound hatred, like a vengeful ghost clawing its way up from the depths of hell.

Shang Can was taken aback by this voice, and her heart was thrown into turmoil.

—This person called her... Shang Can?

A violent tremor coursed through her heart as she dared not look at Yun Duan's reaction. Instinctively, she raised a hand to touch her face, repeatedly confirming that she indeed wore a mask. But deep down, she knew this was futile; her face alone did not reveal her identity.

It was after she had used the heavenly fire that this person suddenly appeared, calling her Shang Can.

...This situation shouldn't have occurred.

Because the Shang Can from Qingyu... would never use heavenly fire.

The combat style of the former "Shang Can" was the most orthodox Qingyu sword technique, never having any connection to fire. She only began to use heavenly fire after arriving at Biluo Huangquan, and the only person who could recognize her as Shang Can based on her use of heavenly fire was—

A sharp pain shot through Shang Can's head, and the scenes before her faded to white as numerous images flashed uncontrollably through her mind.

Endless fire meteors falling from the sky, collapsing buildings, the mingled cries of countless wails and the sound of flesh burning, the chilling aura of ghosts unable to withstand the fiery tongues, scattering as quickly as they came.

The woman standing before her, previously arrogant and unkind, was engulfed in blazing golden flames, a guttural roar escaping her throat as she lifted her charred arm toward Shang Can.

"Shang Can, Shang Can...!!"

Shang Can remembered that when she first saw this scene, she had just regained her senses, not yet able to comprehend what had transpired. Terrified by the sight before her, she instinctively took two steps back, and the arm of the person reaching out to her broke with a crack, falling to the ground.

"Ah... ah..."

Shang Can was overwhelmed with fear, slowly realizing her entire body felt like it was about to explode, her blood boiling as if bubbling within her, her breaths filled with scorching heat.

Surrounded by extreme heat, Shang Can's mind gradually descended into chaos, but suddenly amidst the infernal noises reminiscent of the Abyss, she clearly caught a faint voice.

"...Sister."

The formerly cool and indifferent voice was now unable to conceal its weakness and light coughs. Shang Can snapped awake and hurriedly turned toward the direction of the voice.

She was terrified of turning around to see a scene akin to that of the figure burned by the flames. Fortunately, the white-robed figure was still standing there, untouched by the raging fire that danced around, not even singeing the hem of her garment.

But, but—

Her once pristine white clothing was now stained with large splotches of bright red, the color eerily vibrant, making her already pale face look even more ghostly.

Yet those onyx-like eyes remained bright and gentle, even holding a hint of a smile, softly gazing at the flustered and panic-stricken Shang Can.

"Sister, you—"