I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 53

Qin Yi snapped out of her daze, her voice laced with anger as she shouted, "Nan Shuang! What do you mean by this?"

"What do I mean?"

Nan Shuang didn't even glance back, her eyes fixated on the silent Shang Can. With a wave of her sleeve, she dispersed the fire dragon roaring toward her. Though the action seemed to have cost her something, her eyes grew even brighter.

"I should be the one asking you that," she finally turned to Qin Yi with a smirk. "I told you before, didn't I? I'd help you, but when you make your move, I need to be present."

Qin Yi's throat tightened, and she let out a cold laugh. "Why be so rigid? If you truly wanted revenge, wouldn't it be easier to wait until after my battle with Shang Can before showing up?"

"Revenge..."

Nan Shuang repeated the word quietly, her lips curving into a mocking smile as she gave Qin Yi a sidelong glance. Then, lazily turning her gaze back to Shang Can, who seemed to still be processing the situation without taking action, she replied, "I'm not like you. I didn't come all this way just for something like that."

It was so hot.

Shang Can gritted her teeth, fighting to keep her mind clear amidst the overwhelming heat that threatened to consume her. She waved her hand, stopping the downpour of fireballs from the sky. Each explosion of fire illuminated the Ghost Realm as if it were broad daylight.

Murderous intent. She had unleashed her true killing intent, allowing the long-buried flames in her heart to erupt. Now, as she forcefully tried to close that door, she wasn't sure how long she could hold it shut.

It seems she's grown a little over the years. Shang Can forced a wry smile. At least this time, she hadn't lost her sanity to the familiar and despairing impulse in an instant.

The heat—it was the same as that day, the same as the cataclysmic event she had just relived in Qin Yi's illusion. Who could have known she'd be thrown back into the same nightmare so soon after being forced to recall it?

But she was no longer the helpless person she had been. The years she had spent in the Ghost Realm had not been in vain.

"Though I'm not sure what exactly you did that day, I imagine it wasn't a pleasant memory," someone had once said to her.

It was probably when she had just arrived in the Ghost Realm. Wan Shao had set down the ancient scroll in her hands and sighed, "Your situation is quite peculiar. I don't have a way to help you fundamentally, at least not yet. It's going to be a tremendous challenge to control this power freely..."

"But for now, there's a temporary solution, and that is—"

To carve the memory of that painful experience deep into your heart, along with the regret of never wanting to repeat it. Use that regret as a limiter for your darker impulses.

It was maddening.

Shang Can recalled this over and over in her mind, while the spell inside her continued to ravage her meridians. Yet, paradoxically, the pain only served to keep her conscious.

And so, she remained clear-headed enough to witness Nan Shuang's sudden appearance and betrayal. Although it was unexpected, she wasn't surprised. In fact, there was a sense of resigned understanding.

"As for the payment..."

In her memory, the Ghost King's expression had been casual, but her tone held a certain seriousness.

"We'll discuss that later."

At the time, it had seemed like an offhand remark, but now, it was crystal clear—Nan Shuang had always harbored ulterior motives toward her.