I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

Fang Xuan woke up groggily.

He opened his eyes and saw the gray-white stone wall.

It wasn't the white walls of a rented room on Earth, nor the dome of a grand palace in the upper realm; it looked more like a cave somewhere.

He wanted to move, but he couldn't lift his hands or his feet.

Looking down, I saw pale gold chains wrapped around my wrists and ankles.

Is it formed by laws, or by the laws of time?

How could this senior sister...?

He tugged at it, and the chain rattled, but didn't break.

I pulled again, but it still didn't break.

But he felt that the chain wasn't very strong and should be able to be broken, though it would take some effort.

He stopped and thought for a moment.

The chains weren't really meant to restrain him; they seemed to have been put on by someone who was afraid he would run away but also afraid of hurting him.

It was tied tightly, but with very little force.

"Junior brother..." someone called from behind him.

Fang Xuan turned his head to the side.

Ning Qian stood next to him, and he didn't know how long she had been standing there. She was wearing a plain white dress, and her long hair was loose and untied, hanging down beside her face.

She looked him in the eye, then reached out and gently stroked his face with her fingers.

"My junior brother promised... he'd stay with me forever..."

Fang Xuan turned his head away.

Her fingertips missed their mark, froze in mid-air, and after a moment, she could only slowly pull them back.

"He's not me, you've got the wrong person," Fang Xuan said, staring at the ceiling.

He probably understands now.

The origin of this time law is probably related to another Fang Xuanchai Dao.

I don't know what Fang Xuan did, how did he end up in such a miserable state...?

"Why aren't you looking at me?" Her voice began to tremble.

Fang Xuan closed his eyes.

I won't watch it, I won't watch it.

He didn't know what he was angry about, but he just didn't want to look at her.

Look at her face, which is exactly the same as her senior's, and her expression.

And that look in her eyes, exactly the same as her senior's, yet different.

This always makes him feel a bit arrogant.

.......

"Why did you lie to me?"

Ning Qian's voice trembled more and more, as if she were on the verge of collapse: "I finally found you after so much trouble..."

Fang Xuan kept his eyes closed and remained silent.

All he wants to do now is run away; this senior sister seems a bit too dangerous.

What he feared even more was that this senior sister would kill his foolish senior sister.

When the two of them meet, his silly senior sister will definitely be no match for this Dao Ancestor Realm expert.

"He's still thinking about her." Her voice suddenly calmed down. "But isn't she me?"

Fang Xuan opened his eyes and looked at her. "You are not her."

His tone was calm, without accusation or anger; he was simply stating a fact.

Her junior brother might be dead, but she can't come looking for him; he's not that Fang Xuan.

Ning Qian looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears, her eyelashes getting wet, but she held back from letting the tears fall.

"Why...why is she able to look at you instead of me?" She bit her lower lip until it turned white.

"I can do it too. I'm exactly like her, and I love you even more than she did."

As she spoke the last few words, her voice broke into fragments.

Before the words were even finished, the space behind him trembled violently.

The crack was forcibly torn open, and a white figure stumbled out, staggering before regaining his balance by leaning against the stone wall.

It was Ning Qian wearing a hoodie.

Her hair was messy, her hoodie sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and her face was still pale from burning her cultivation.

When she saw Fang Xuan, the chain on his wrist, and another version of herself crouching beside him, her eyes changed instantly.

With a spatial killing move in hand, and sword intent condensed to its extreme, twelve blood-red double pupils split open in his eyes.

But Ning Qian in the white dress only glanced at her.

There was no movement, no killing move, not even an expression; he simply glanced at her.

Ning Qian, wearing a hoodie, was frozen in place, unable to move, as if being held down by an invisible hand, pressing down from her shoulder to her ankle.

She gritted her teeth, trying to move, but couldn't.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't; all he could do was stare at her with red eyes.

She looked away and down at Fang Xuan. "Don't force me to kill her."

Her tone was flat, as if she were talking about something very ordinary.

Then she leaned down, supporting herself on the side of Fang Xuan's head with one hand, her long hair falling down and brushing against his face, feeling cool.

Fang Xuan dodged to the side, and she moved closer, pressing her other hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving.

She lowered her head to kiss him.

Yes, she kissed Fang Xuan right in front of Ning Qian on the ground.

Fang Xuan quickly turned his face away, and her lips landed on his neck, cool and trembling slightly.

Her voice was soft, but every word was clear: "I'm going to force myself on my junior brother right here, so what can you do about it?"

She looked up at her other self, who was unable to move in the corner.

"Without strength, you can't do anything."

Fang Xuan felt her lips pressed against his neck, her eyelashes brushing against his chin, tickling him.

Her hand rested on his shoulder, her fingertips trembling, and her whole body shaking.

She was waiting, waiting for him to say something.

But he didn't say anything.

She stopped, looked up, and gazed at his profile.

Why aren't you looking at me?

Fang Xuan didn't move or speak.

She lowered her head and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

Her long hair was spread across his chest. She didn't cry, but she trembled even more violently.

Ning Qian, huddled in the corner, swallowed the blood in her mouth.

Her meridians were mostly broken, and her cultivation level had plummeted to rock bottom, but she didn't care.

She gritted her teeth and poured all her last bit of spiritual power into the forbidden technique, causing her twelve double pupils to crack to their limit, with blood seeping from the corners of her eyes.

Ning Qian, dressed in white, raised her head and met Fang Xuan's gaze. The corners of her mouth curved slightly, very gently and faintly.

"I just wanted to come see you," she said softly.

Yun Chang had already drawn his sword at some point, the dark blade piercing her chest and protruding from behind.

Fang Xuan gripped the sword hilt, remaining silent.

He didn't expect her to not even try to dodge.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice already very soft.

"I lost you..."

She reached out and touched his face with her fingertips. "But you are not him."

She knew that her junior brother would not allow another Ning Qian to replace her.

Just like now... Fang Xuan wouldn't let her replace Ning Qian next to him.

But she just wanted to see him one last time.

She knew she would die before she arrived. If she reversed this timeline, her body would shatter, turning into dust bit by bit, from the inside out.

But she didn't care; she'd been alone for too long and didn't want to live anymore.

She just wanted to see him one more time; that would be enough.

Her fingers slid down his face, the tips becoming transparent, like ice melting in the sunlight.

It started from the fingertips and spread upwards little by little.

Fang Xuan looked at her hands, then at her disappearing body. "You..."

He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

She looked at him and suddenly smiled. "The me in this world," she glanced at Ning Qian in the corner wearing a hoodie, "is pretty silly."

Fang Xuan was taken aback.

"But she's fine," she said softly, her voice growing ever softer, "better than me..."

Her body began to shatter into pale golden specks of light.

She looked down at her disappearing hand, then looked up at Fang Xuan.

"Junior brother," she called to him, her voice already very soft.

"Um."

"In the next life, don't make me wait this long."

She smiled, and then her whole body shattered into a shower of golden light.

Fang Xuan stood there, watching the points of light slowly drift away and disappear.

The wound on my chest was still oozing light, which grew fainter and darker until finally nothing could be seen at all.

The cave returned to its grayish-white state, quiet and still, as if nothing had happened.

He stood there for a long time, then turned around.

In the corner, his senior sister was still leaning against the wall.

Fang Xuan picked her up: "Senior sister, are you alright...?"

"It's okay, did she do anything to you...?"

Ning Qian's tone was somewhat anxious and worried, and her small hands frantically checked the situation.

"It's alright, let's go home."

"Um......"

.......

(End of extra chapter. I'm running away now.)