I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 59

The room fell into silence for a moment, and no one spoke.

Shang Can felt her fingers, resting on the edge of the table, stiffening. She vaguely understood the significance of this silence, and a sense of unusual anxiety gripped her heart, making her reluctant to ask again; she simply waited quietly for Yun Duan's response.

"... Where did you get this sword, A Can?"

However, when Yun Duan spoke, she did not answer her, only throwing another question back at her. Shang Can could not discern the emotion hidden in her dark eyes and, after a moment of silence, replied truthfully, "I took it from the River of Forgetfulness."

"..."

The person's face in front of her seemed to grow even paler at Shang Can's response. Yun Duan stared blankly at the sword Fei Wang on the table, reaching out to touch its hilt; her slender fingers trembled slightly.

"That day, you were swept away by the River of Forgetfulness..." Yun Duan's voice was very soft, a rare hint of helplessness in it, "Was it its fault?"

Shang Can's heart tightened, recalling the scene from that day when she had asked Nan Shuang for help.

'You want to fish out the sword? Sure.'

In response to her request, Nan Shuang unexpectedly agreed readily and walked out with her.

'... You already knew that Fei Wang was at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, didn't you?'

Facing someone who knew her identity, Shang Can had nothing to hide. She asked directly on the way: 'What's going on?'

'Right, I guess you didn't know this.' Nan Shuang strolled along casually and said, 'Didn't you ever ask your junior sister why she has always been using Wuyou?'

'...'

'Sorry, it seems there's a hidden truth here.'

Seeing her expression darken, Nan Shuang readily apologized, shrugging, "But I just happened to see it back then. The reason behind it is completely unknown to me."

'About a year or so after I came to the Ghost Realm, shortly after I became the Ghost King, I suddenly heard that a living person had come to the Ghost Realm—I thought it was Pei Chen at the time, but it was actually your junior sister.'

'Pei Chen is always very cautious when he comes down and rarely interacts with other ghost clans, but she was different.' Nan Shuang recalled, laughing as if she found it amusing, 'She ran around everywhere as if she didn't take this place seriously at all.'

'After that, she started coming down from time to time, each time searching through the Ghost Realm. She even tried to go through the list of ghost clans, but it seemed like she didn't find anything.'

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the River of Forgetfulness. Nan Shuang looked at the frowning Shang Can and sighed softly, "Even without knowing anything, I can tell that she was looking for someone."

'...'

Shang Can fell silent, her throat tightening with anxiety. Nan Shuang did not intend to let her off that easily; she glanced at Shang Can meaningfully and continued, "This kind of day lasted for a long time, and as for the sword you mentioned—"

Nan Shuang slowly walked to the edge of the River of Forgetfulness and kindly reminded Shang Can to keep her distance before raising her hand. The smooth flow of the river suddenly stopped, dramatically splitting in half, creating a gap in the water's surface.

The sword she was looking for was right there.

Shang Can instinctively took two steps forward, and the long sword, which had been quietly stuck in the riverbed, suddenly trembled. The water of the River of Forgetfulness, controlled by Nan Shuang, quaked slightly as well, startling her into calling out, "You step back first!"