I swiftly pulled out the sword, but the moment it landed in my hand, I was seized by the hazy thought of making it mine. No—rather, it already felt as though it belonged to me! But the confusion lasted only an instant. Coming to my senses, I immediately tossed the sword into Quan Chanyu's hands. "It's nothing more than an external object. Why dwell on it?"
Quan Chanyu reached out and caught the sword, but then she heard what I had said afterward. She froze for a moment, thinking I was talking about her, and sighed. "Do you think I'm afraid of death...?"
I shook my head and looked at Quan Chanyu, her hair hanging loose and disheveled. If this continued, she would be annihilated by the bolt of lightning. This might be the last time I ever saw her. "No. You, Quan Chanyu, aren't that kind of person."
Quan Chanyu stared blankly at me, then turned to look at the lightning that had stopped, as if waiting for her to abandon the sword. She glanced at the Ancestral Dragon Sword, then smiled faintly. "When I held it, this sword felt incomparably important. I couldn't bear to throw it away no matter what. But after losing it, it seems... it was nothing special after all. Brother Tian, Chanyu is leaving. Tell Grandma for me."
"I... Chanyu! Don't go! I'll save you!" I hurried over to lend her a hand, but at that moment, Quan Chanyu threw the sword back to me. I hastily caught it, then ran over to grab her hand!
"Snow, snow, flying through the sky, crickets shiver in the cold. Ants bring charcoal through the snow, and the crickets shed tears of gratitude..." Humming the children's song, Quan Chanyu stepped gracefully into the lightning!
"Little Sister! You