I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 103

Returning to Qingyu was, at first, perhaps just an impulsive decision. Or maybe it was because she had nowhere else to go. After leaving the ghost realm, Yun Duan was overwhelmed by the vastness of the world, feeling as though the emptiness might crush her. So, she decided to do what she had avoided—return to Qingyu.

In the past, Yun Duan had set an unspoken rule for herself: she wouldn't return to Qingyu until she found Shang Can. But now, knowing she would never find Shang Can, that rule seemed laughable.

No matter where she went, it was all the same, even in Qingyu.

As Yun Duan approached her former residence, she stopped, glancing at the house next to hers. Without much hesitation, she walked into Shang Can's old home. It was all the same.

She sat down at the table, noticing that the room was spotless, likely the work of Wang Yue. No matter where she went, memories of Shang Can would surface. What difference did this place make?

Yun Duan understood Wang Yue's earlier words, spoken out of concern that her fixation on Shang Can would lead her to despair—or worse. In truth, at the River of Forgetfulness, she had indeed considered giving in to such thoughts.

The ghost realm's oppressive atmosphere, coupled with the deep sorrow in her heart, had brought Yun Duan to the brink. She had been tempted to cast herself into the river, thinking maybe she could follow Shang Can, reliving those two years even if it meant being reborn a bit younger.

Just as she was about to step forward, a searing heat at her waist snapped her out of it. She retreated, confused, and looked down to see her two swords, Wuyou and Feiwang, quietly sheathed. The scorching sensation had vanished as if it were a figment of her imagination.

Yun Duan hadn't truly wanted to die; it was a fleeting impulse driven by her unstable emotions. She knew that death would solve nothing, leaving her trapped as a wandering ghost, unable to let go even more than she already was. She hadn't yet found Shang Can's soul, which meant there was still hope.

But it seemed that a sword truly believed she was about to throw herself into the river.

Yun Duan closed her eyes and sat quietly in Shang Can's room for a long while. Then she slowly unsheathed the sword from her waist and placed it on the table.

Since then, she had repeatedly examined the two swords but found no clues. Even Yun Duan began to doubt whether it was just an illusion, yet she refused to give up easily. This return to Qing Yu was not just for a destination but also to seek answers from Wang Yue. However, Wang Yue's concern for her made it difficult for Yun Duan to find the words.

Her gaze drifted over the two swords several times before she finally reached out her hand. After a moment of hesitation, she grasped the hilt of Feiwang's sword as if she were burning her boats.

The bloody wound she once feared to touch had now become a life-saving straw she actively reached for.

Was it an illusion? If it wasn't an illusion, then what was it?

Yun Duan took a deep breath and slowly pulled Feiwang from its sheath. The silver-white blade shimmered like flowing water, and a chill spread throughout the room. No warmth reached her, let alone the scorching heat she had felt that day.

A subtle heaviness settled in her heart. Staring at Feiwang for the first time in days, she uncontrollably recalled Pei Chen's words. Back then, Shang Can had used this sword, and then—

Her hand trembled slightly as Yun Duan stared at the sharp blade, unable to imagine how that person had wielded it. The moment this thought crossed her mind, her head was soon clouded with indistinct emotions. Unconsciously, she held her breath, and her eyes darkened as she leaned closer to Feiwang.