I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 134 (Extra 2)

When Chu Ming arrived at Yuheng, Yun Duan was polishing her sword, Wuyou.

"I heard from Uncle Wangyue that Junior Sister Yun Duan will also be attending the Dao Conference in Tianwaitian with us?"

Chu Ming stood a few steps away, greeting her politely. Yun Duan nodded slightly and said, "Is there any inconvenience with that?"

"Of course not." Chu Ming waved his hand, "Although the participant invitations from Qingyu have already been sent to Tianwaitian, Junior Sister Yun Duan is different. Even if you decided to go at the last minute, no cultivator would complain."

In Qingyu, Chu Ming could be considered one of the few people she could exchange a few words with. While they couldn't be called close, due to some unspoken connections, Yun Duan was aware that he had been caring about her all these years, and thus was willing to talk to him a bit more. She set aside the soft cloth she had been using to wipe the sword and explained, "I hadn't planned to go because I had other arrangements, but now that my schedule has changed, my Master has decided to let me go for a visit."

She didn't mention what her original plans were, but Chu Ming quickly reacted, saying, "Was it about the previous task to investigate Biluo Huangquan?"

Yun Duan nodded in acknowledgment, "Yes. Biluo Huangquan has been collecting herbs fiercely lately, which is indeed noteworthy. However, the latest reports say they suddenly stopped collecting, and the demon lord seems to have gone out, whereabouts unknown. I thought about it and felt there was no need to investigate while the demon lord is absent."

After all, it was just collecting herbs, not anything heinous. Although Yun Duan didn't have a good impression of demons, she wouldn't completely deny them either. As she spoke, she returned her attention to Wuyou, wiping away the water stains on the sword, then elegantly twirled the sword before sheathing it, politely nodding to Chu Ming, "I'll trouble Senior Brother Chu Ming for the Dao Conference."

"No need to be polite. It's just that I'll be calling one more person when we leave tomorrow," Chu Ming replied nonchalantly, then changed the topic, "Why is Junior Sister Yun Duan personally taking care of Wuyou? Are you not trusting the workers to maintain it?"

Subconsciously placing her hand on the hilt of Wuyou at her waist, Yun Duan shook her head, "Wuyou has developed a sword spirit recently, so it's not allowed to be touched by others."

"Ah." Chu Ming realized, glancing at Wuyou several times, as if wanting to say something but hesitating. Finally, he muttered vaguely, "...It's quite similar."

Yun Duan didn't respond. She actually knew what Chu Ming was thinking, but since he thought she had forgotten, she could only pretend to forget, unable to break the silence or speak up, simply lowering her gaze to hide the turbulent and complex emotions within her eyes, her hand on the sword hilt tightening slightly.

It had been nearly ten years since she harbored feelings she couldn't mention to anyone.

In this time, the only thing she could associate with that person was this sword, Wuyou.

Yun Duan hadn't really thought about what might happen during this trip to the Dao Conference.

At this point, the act of searching felt more like a habitual shadow. When she decided to attend the Dao Conference at the last minute, she considered asking Pei Chen for help in visiting the ghost realm, but she didn't really hold out much hope.

After all, so much time had passed, it seemed like not finding her was the norm. Even if Yun Duan was reluctant to think about it, she had to admit that deep inside her, perhaps a part of her had already collapsed, like a bottomless pit exuding coldness.