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"Ten years have passed since I honed this sword, its sharp edge yet to be tested. Today I present it to you; who will speak out for justice?"

The man laughed loudly, sheathed his sword, and tiny beads of blood fell to the ground, landing on Yan Yufei's face. They were both hot and cold, making it hard for him to breathe.

He sang as he left, and no one dared to stop him. Yan Yufei felt as if his chest was about to burst, and his feet moved as if they were not under his control, quickly chasing after him and spreading his arms to block the man's path.

“…I’ll have a match with you!” he blurted out, disregarding everything else.

The man stroked his sword and smiled again. The bright spring sunshine in the back courtyard had somehow transformed into a moonlit courtyard once more. Standing opposite him was none other than Ge Yichun.

She was slender and petite, but she stood very straight, her neck held high, her lips curved in a half-smile, and her eyes were brighter than the stars.

“You all like to force others to obey you, but I just don’t like that.”

As if struck by something invisible yet sharp, he couldn't withstand it and stumbled back two steps. His uncle's corpse lingered behind him, whispering repeatedly, "Yu Fei, Yu Fei, why didn't you avenge me? Kill her, kill her, kill her..."

Yan Yufei lowered his head in silence, looking at his grotesque right wrist. He suddenly felt that there was a similar wound in his heart, even bigger and deeper.

Day and night, Yu felt a deep pain from the wound, but he didn't understand why it hurt.

His uncle's voice lingered in his ear, mournful and sorrowful: "Yu Fei, kill her, avenge me." He hesitated.

Uncle Yin knelt at his feet, his voice low: "Young Master, extreme strength leads to humiliation. What is it that you desire most, Young Master?"

When Yan Shifei woke up, he was covered in cold sweat, and it felt like his throat was being choked, making it hard to breathe. He rubbed his temples, turned over, and the faint morning light shone through the window paper onto the table.

On the table was a crystal box containing his right hand.

Yan Yufei sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at the box for a very long time.

It turns out that he still hasn't been able to let go.

Whether it's a severed hand or an uncle.

Uncle Yin's question in the dream was correct: what exactly did he want? Perhaps he knew his goal very well, but he had never doubted the direction he was heading.

"Uncle..." He let out a low sigh, almost a whisper. The second young master of the Yan family, a ruthless killer in many people's eyes, finally looked somewhat vulnerable and helpless. "Uncle, if you live, tell me what to do?"

No one answered him. Yan Yufei laughed self-deprecatingly and casually pulled the small bell by the bed. A servant brought in hot water for him to wash up.

"Young master, the girl you brought back has woken up. The doctor said she is quite ill and needs to be taken good care of." The servant reported to him about last night, "Mr. Yin took care of the girl all night and is instructing the kitchen to prepare medicine."

Yan Yufei was in a small room, and Uncle Yin was personally taking care of Ge Yichun? What was he really up to? Only he himself probably knew.

Chapter Fifteen: Each on Their Own Path

Yichun did wake up, but she woke up in a very disheveled state. Except for her eyes, almost her entire body was wrapped in bandages. She wondered if all the bones in her body were broken or if her skin was completely rotten, otherwise why would she look so horrifying?

The room was dark, and the medicinal smell was damp and hot, lingering around her and making her feel itchy and numb all over. Yet she couldn't move a single finger, and she was on the verge of going crazy with anxiety.

With a thick bandage covering her mouth, she simply bit it off with her teeth and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Shu Jun!"

Before he could finish calling out, a deep voice came from the doorway—"Awake? Not bad, you're really lucky!"

The sound startled her. She braced herself against the edge of the bed, nearly falling flat on her face, which aggravated the wound on her left hand, causing her to cry out in pain.

Uncle Yin walked over, lifted his toes, and gently kicked her swaying body back onto the bed without hurting her severed hand. He sat expressionlessly on a chair by the bed, awkwardly holding a bowl of medicine in his hand, not intending to give it to her, but just staring at her with a gaze that seemed to want to skin her alive.

Yi Chun remained unfazed, staring straight back. After a long pause, she asked, "Where's Shu Jun?" Uncle Yin replied coldly, "You're the only one at the bottom of the cliff. If it weren't for the young master's kindness, how could you be so arrogant!"

She didn't speak, but slowly closed her eyes, her expression calm. The memories of attending the incense appreciation event with Shu Jun, receiving the letter from Master Li Yan, driving to the Yellow Crane Tower, being ambushed, and Shu Jun's disappearance with his life hanging in the balance... all these events flashed through her mind like flowing water.

Uncle Yin's voice was cold, clearly containing extreme reluctance, "Young Master is still kind-hearted, showing leniency because you are a woman, and because of your outstanding swordsmanship, he is willing to condescend to come and recruit you. If you continue to be stubborn, even if Young Master can spare you, my twin swords will not!"

He was convinced that Yan Yufei had ulterior motives for saving her. At this time, the Yan family was recruiting talents and expanding its influence. Ge Yichun was skilled in swordsmanship and young, so she was definitely a good prospect. Even though she had a strange temper and was not easy to win over, the young master had saved her life, and the previous grudges could be settled. She could not find any reason to refuse.

Although Uncle Yin was unwilling, he could never forget how unjustly and suddenly his young master's right hand was severed. Even cutting Ge Yichun into pieces could not make up for the loss. However, his young master was destined for great things, and he could not dwell on such personal grudges. Therefore, Uncle Yin had no choice but to grant his request.

"I really wish I could chop off both your hands!" he said sternly, frowning.

Yichun slowly opened her eyes, neither angry nor afraid. She looked calmly at Uncle Yin and said only one sentence: "You're dreaming."

Uncle Yin raised his hand to draw his twin swords, when a voice from the doorway suddenly said softly, "Uncle Yin, you've had a hard time." He quickly stopped his movement and turned around hastily, "Young Master! I strongly disagree with your actions. Keeping this woman alive will only bring trouble!"

Having said that, he snorted fiercely and strode out the door without even a courtesy. Seeing him barge out of the courtyard, Yan Yufei wondered how many of his subordinates would have to bear the wrath of Uncle Yin today, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face, but it quickly disappeared.

He saw that although Yichun's face was completely bandaged up, her eyes beneath the white cloth remained clear and bright, pure and innocent. For some reason, he suddenly thought of her frantic and bewildered gaze at the foot of the cliff.

It was only when they were on the cliff that she truly became a woman, rather than a free-spirited knight-errant like a cloud. Yan Yufei walked over, picked up the medicine that Uncle Yin had splashed most of earlier, gently blew on the hot liquid, and whispered, "We didn't find Shu Jun, but with his skills, it won't be easy for him to die."

Yi Chun said, "Your specialty isn't just indiscriminate killing, but also putting on a show! Do you dare to say with your hand on your heart that this matter has nothing to do with the Yan Clan?"

Yan Yufei shook his head, "It cannot be denied that this was my third brother's willful and reckless behavior..."

Before he could finish speaking, she sprang up with lightning speed, knocking the bowl of medicine he was holding loosely. It shattered with a crash. Startled, Yan Yufei looked again and saw that she had already torn off the white cloth covering her face, revealing a face that was red and white, with many small scars on it. Because of the medicine, the color was quite strange, making her face look like a painted face from a traditional opera.

She said coldly, "Arson and murder, you call it just reckless and willful! There is no such reckless and willful behavior! Murderers must pay with their lives!"

Yan Yufei felt a bitter taste in his throat. If he were to follow his usual instincts, the simplest and quickest solution would be to stab her to death with a flurry of swords. In fact, he should have killed her long ago, but the longer he waited, the less he wanted to do it.

The sect leader said that this woman is no ordinary person; she is like a soaring eagle and is destined for great things. If there is an opportunity to use her, that would be wonderful. If not, then we should not make things difficult for her and should treat her well as a friend.

Thinking of this, he could only smile bitterly. Even without her sword that severed his hand, and even without Yang Shen's sudden death, he and Ge Yichun could never be friends. As long as he remembered his uncle, friendship was just wishful thinking.

"You should focus on recovering from your injuries. With the Yan family's influence, finding Shu Jun shouldn't be a problem." Yan Yufei didn't want to say more to her and got up to leave.

Yi Chun suddenly grabbed his sleeve, "Where is Yan Yudao?"

Her question was so matter-of-fact and impolite that Yan Yufei was slightly annoyed. He frowned and said, "Don't forget, this is the Yan Clan. Miss Ge, you'd better be careful."