I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 102

There wasn't a single good thing happening.

The newly appointed leader of Tianwaitian seemed to have learned from Pei Chen's experience of falling into madness when facing the demon tribe. He adopted an even harsher attitude towards the demons than previous leaders. Wan Shao gritted her teeth as she read the report brought by the Night Crow. The fact that Tianwaitian had the time to disrupt the relatively honest tree demon's hideout while the ghost tribe was still lurking in the shadows made her furious, and she cursed the acting leader's ancestors repeatedly in her heart.

It really was not a good situation!

Wan Shao sighed deeply, barely regaining her composure from the edge of anger. She grimaced and silently cursed Shang Can for a moment, but soon felt a wave of bitterness rise in her, pouting her lips and struggling to hold back for quite a while before finally recovering.

Since that day when Yun Duan took the ghost tribe's directory and left on her sword, Wan Shao hadn't seen her again.

At that time, Wan Shao had not kept up with the developments, but she knew it was dangerous to leave someone like Yun Duan alone. Thus, she hurriedly searched for her in the ghost realm. For some reason, Nan Shuang, who had just had half of her house destroyed, did not speak any harsh words to her this time. Instead, she cooperatively sent her subordinates to search. However, even with the cooperation of the flower demons and the ghost tribe, they still couldn't find Yun Duan, only discovering the ghost directory left alone on the ground in a remote area.

"If we're searching like this, even a bird should have been uncovered by now." Nan Shuang's expression was calm, as if she was not surprised at all. "It must be that Yun Zhongjun doesn't want us to find her."

She spoke lightly, but Wan Shao was in a panic. In the moments she spent searching for Yun Duan, she had pieced together some clues, but she was full of resistance to her own conjecture. The fear and horror in her heart were nearly overwhelming. In the end, relying on the surprisingly reliable Nan Shuang, the elusive Ghost King had wandered around the immortal realm and returned with two pieces of news: first, that Shang Can had committed suicide in front of Pei Chen; second, that it was rumored Yun Zhongjun had recently returned to Qingyu and did not need to worry too much.

Wan Shao had no way of knowing how the first piece of news had reached her, but the second was indeed true and was a semi-public rumor in the immortal realm. After all, Yun Zhongjun hadn't returned to Qingyu in the past two years, and this visit had stirred up some commotion.

Wan Shao should have felt somewhat relieved, but she no longer had that luxury.

...Shang Can died, and it was suicide?

Even though she had been worried about Shang Can's life since she arrived at Biluo Huangquan, she had considered what she would do if she couldn't keep Shang Can in that fragile body. But now, those two words suddenly crashed down in front of her like a sharp blow, and she staggered slightly, barely managing to sit down. In her stunned state, she felt dizzy.

Wan Shao never expected that, in the end, Shang Can hadn't died from an old illness or at the hands of an enemy; she had died by—

Wan Shao dared not think further, nor could she imagine how Yun Duan would feel upon hearing this news. With external troubles and internal strife, she was the demon master of Biluo Huangquan, and no matter what, she had to put on a brave face, even suppressing her grief. Yet, she couldn't help but force herself to think through the whole matter repeatedly.

Who doesn't want to live? How could Shang Can possibly not want to live?

There were countless opportunities for this person to die. If she had long since made up her mind to die, she should have done it long ago... Why wait until that time? And there was that fire; people had already slit their throats. Why could she still summon such a massive celestial fire out of thin air? It couldn't have been something she set up in advance just for self-preservation or to turn herself to ashes, could it?