I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 113

The day of leaving Qingyu came very early.

Although Wang Yue didn't mind her two disciples staying at Yuheng Peak, she understood their feelings of being restrained at Qingyu. Thus, she generously gave her approval but couldn't help but sigh like an elder reflecting on the passage of time: "Ah, the children have all grown up. Time truly waits for no one."

Shang Can wasn't quite accustomed to Wang Yue's slightly wistful expression, but soon her master returned to her usual carefree demeanor. She patted Shang Can on the shoulder and said that she would visit Yunyun whenever she had the time. Suddenly, she glanced over at Yun Duan and, with a mischievous look, pulled the confused Shang Can aside, lowering her voice to say, "...Duan'er isn't in very good health; let her sleep more at night."

Even though Shang Can had a thicker skin than Yun Duan, she immediately felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Her normally fluent tongue became clumsy as she stammered, "I, we didn't..."

Before she could finish, Wang Yue, with an expression of "I understand," patted her shoulder and walked away. Left standing there, Shang Can stared blankly at her retreating figure, losing the chance to explain that nothing unusual had happened between her and Yun Duan recently.

It wasn't that she didn't want to explain—cough. Shang Can shook her head vigorously, trying to calm the heat in her face. The first time had indeed been too much, and after a series of entanglements, their relationship had finally settled into something more complicated. They were now much more cautious with physical contact, and were barely managing to straighten out the chaotic progression of their relationship.

"Ah Can?"

Perhaps noticing that she had been standing there in a daze for too long, Yun Duan approached and softly called her name. Shang Can snapped back to reality, hurriedly suppressing her thoughts that had been brought up by Wang Yue's words. She waved her hand at Yun Duan to signal that nothing was wrong. Yun Duan blinked in slight confusion but didn't press further, only smiling gently as she said, "Then let's go home."

Hearing those words caused Shang Can's heart to skip a beat. She momentarily spaced out before smiling warmly and reaching for Yun Duan's hand, happily replying, "Let's go home."

For some reason, that word sounded exceptionally beautiful.

At this moment, it was still very early, and the sky had just begun to lighten; even the morning training of the Qingyu disciples had yet to start. The two of them flew to the Qingyu gate on their swords without encountering a single person along the way.

The Qingyu disciple guarding the gate had heard the clear sound of their sword singing from afar. According to Qingyu's rules, one was to slow down when approaching the gate and descend from their sword until after exiting, at which point they could continue flying. Upon turning around and recognizing the visitors, he hurriedly bowed respectfully, his tone a mix of fear and excitement: "Yun Zhongjun."

Yun Zhongjun's name resonated as one of the most renowned in the entire realm of immortal cultivation, especially within the Qingyu sect. The guard had heard that she had been staying at Qingyu for the past few months and wanted to see her for himself. However, Yun Zhongjun was known for her aloofness and lack of social skills, often appearing and disappearing without a trace. Even the leaders of the peaks and the sect master found it difficult to meet her, let alone him, a junior disciple who had only joined a few years ago.

He hadn't expected to encounter her in person during his watch. The disciple felt elated, and despite knowing it was inappropriate, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at Yun Zhongjun. The woman before him was even more outstanding than the rumors suggested—her elegance was ethereal, dressed in white that glimmered like snow atop a mountain, as if her bones were made of ice and her form was that of the radiant moon. She was so luminous that merely looking at her evoked feelings of inadequacy.