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A Storm Between Hearts

Wui Guan left the hall with her remaining officers,

But her eyes

Still blazing

Silently screamed:

"Shen Jichuan's death will be avenged. One day."

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The Next Day…

Mo Yan, followed by his twenty appointed disciples,

Visited the injured across the capital.

Wherever he went,

People knelt before him

Heads bowed to the ground,

Paying respect to their newly crowned High King.

Mo Yan stood tall,

But his eyes softened as he gazed upon them.

He made a solemn vow:

"From this day forth, no harm shall ever come to you again. Not under my watch."

And in that moment

He turned to the sky and raised his hand.

"From this day forward, Bai Long shall serve as the Celestial Sentinel."

A sacred title.

Lightning crackled across the clouds.

And in a flash

Bai Long shot into the heavens,

Becoming a glowing figure perched upon a radiant, floating surface in the sky.

Upon that surface, the same crest engraved in Mo Yan's crown shimmered with power.

---

But one heart was missing…

Mo Yan rushed to Yu Sui's chambers.

Empty.

He checked his own quarters.

Still no sign.

A sinking dread filled his chest.

He immediately sent out a kingdom-wide search.

"Find Yu Sui. Search everywhere. Leave no stone unturned."

Hours passed.

Even Bai Long, watching from above, saw nothing.

There was no letter.

No trace.

No goodbye.

Just

emptiness.

Bound by the duties of a ruler,

Mo Yan couldn't leave.

But by evening, the skies had turned grey.

And within his heart

a storm had begun.

As the first raindrops fell,

Mo Yan slipped out unnoticed.

The night grew deeper.

The rain harsher.

And he arrived

At the very ruins that once felt like hell itself.

Soaked to the bone,

He pushed open the wooden door of an abandoned chamber.

No sign of Yu Sui.

But

on the table…

A flute.

Engraved with one name

"Mo Yan."

There was a cloth next to it,

Still damp

As if someone had been gently cleaning it just moments ago.

Then

The door creaked.

Yu Sui entered.

With Wuzu beside him.

Mo Yan froze.

And then

The fire within him roared.

Without a second thought,

He raised his hand

A spell flew from his fingertips,

And Wuzu vanished into the air, dissolved by its force.

He stormed toward Yu Sui,

A flame touching a fragile flower.

Anger

But laced with longing.

He stood before Yu Sui,

Eyes ablaze, yet voice gentle.

"What are you doing here? With her?"

"Why didn't you tell me… anything?"

The rain outside turned violent

As if the heavens themselves had begun to weep.

Yu Sui said nothing.

He walked inside slowly and sat quietly by the table.

Mo Yan joined him.

And outside Mo Yan's room

Outside, his disciples stood guard.

They would wait forever, if asked.

Yu Sui then reached into his belt…

And pulled out a folded parchment.

He slowly laid it on the table.

A map.

The Rain, the Flute, and the Secret

The rain kept falling

Tapping like whispers from the heavens.

Mo Yan sat beside Yu Sui,

Staring at the map that lay between them.

It was a map of a sacred underground temple,

Said to contain the remnants of lost spiritual energy

Perhaps even Mo Yan's own.

When Mo Yan asked,

"Where did you get this?"

Yu Sui smiled softly,

"I went to Black Heaven."

That name hung in the air like thunder.

Yu Sui continued,

"I had to open it in an empty, isolated space."

Mo Yan's eyes narrowed.

"Then why didn't you take me with you?"

Yu Sui laughed gently, but his tone was sincere.

"Because if you had come,

you might have lost the little strength you have left.

Anyone who even stands near Black Heaven's gate risks turning to ashes in seconds.

I knew you'd try to follow me…

That's why I finished everything before dawn."

Mo Yan remained quiet

But his eyes stayed fixed on his most precious treasure.

---

Later that evening…

Silence surrounded them.

But inside

Both hearts roared like storm-tossed oceans.

A strange unease filled the air

Like smoke curling around wood, even without fire.

The rain outside showed no signs of stopping.

And neither could they understand what they truly felt.

Suddenly

Mo Yan stood.

He handed Yu Sui a flute...the very one Yu Sui had left behind.

"Why does it have my name on it?" he asked,

"And why is it written in ancient Chwen language?"

Yu Sui's eyes widened

As if caught red-handed.

His voice trembled

Like a thief forced to confess.

"I… I wrote it," he stammered.

But Mo Yan wasn't fooled.

Only those from the Duie bloodline could write in Chwen,

And only they could forge flutes using spiritual incantations.

Yu Sui's lie

Had been exposed.

He stood, attempting to leave

But Mo Yan caught his wrist.

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Flashback Begins…

Years ago.

Yu Sui and a boy named Duie had been punished.

Their crime? Talking to their pillows.

They were forced to pick peas in the outer fields.

Yu Sui cried like a child.

"What kind of rule is this?

Who makes such stupid rules?"

Duie, smiling warmly, comforted him.

"Don't worry, brother. I got punished for nonsense too."

"I just gave my sword a name, I didn't marry it. Nonsense "

Then, curiously, he asked

"But why were you talking to your pillow?"

Yu Sui thought silently,

(Because I named it "Dry Leaf"… after my first love…)

Duie laughed.

"You're insane, you know that?

Who talks to a pillow?"

Yu Sui shouted back,

"And who makes such stupid rules anyway?!"

But then

He hesitated.

And asked the one question

He had always wanted to ask Duie.

"Can you teach me how to make a flute using incantations?"

---

Later, in a quiet forest clearing…

Duie warned him.

"Remember...your soulmate's name will appear on the flute.

In Chwen script.

The spell is designed only for this purpose.

It will calm your heart… and steady your soul."

Yu Sui closed his eyes.

Pressed a finger between his brows,

And with the other hand, he carved a glowing sigil in the air.

Suddenly

A deep crimson flute materialized.

Duie gasped.

No flute had ever turned red before.

It was unheard of.

Duie snatched it, examining it.

Yu Sui tried to grab it back.

But before he could

Duie had already read the name inscribed on it.

"Mo Yan."

The moment he read it aloud

Duie's body went limp.

He collapsed, unconscious.

The Flute Beneath the Moonlight

Yu Sui sat quietly on a stone,

gazing at Duie who still lay like a fallen corpse.

Suddenly, Duie stirred

his eyes widened, stunned by two things:

The deep crimson flute

And the name carved upon it.....Mo Yan

---

After sometime….

Duie (softly):

"So… you've loved him since then."

"Have you ever told him?"

Yu Sui didn't answer.

Like a moonlit lake

silent, deep, but trembling.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Duie went silent too.

He had never seen Yu Sui cry before.

He stepped closer.

As a brother, as a friend,

he offered his shoulder

and his trust.

Like the first spring leaf

blooming after the harshness of winter.

Yu Sui finally spoke.

He told Duie everything, from the very beginning.

Duie didn't even realize when tears slipped from his own eyes.

The crimson color of the flute said enough

Mo Yan's soul was already entangled with his.

Duie managed a trembling smile and a thick voice.

"Do you know who created the Chwen language?

It was Grandmaster Jeyong…

who fell in love with his own step-brother."

"That language has since become a sacred symbol of love in our arts.

And it is written…

his own flute too turned crimson,

just like yours."

He handed the flute back to Yu Sui.

"It won't vanish until you play a tune

one for Mo Yan.

Only then will the spell complete its purpose.

And it must reach his ears."

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That Night… at the academy

Yu Sui and Duie returned to the academy.

The moon was high.

Stars shimmered like ancient spirits watching from above.

Yu Sui crept silently to Mo Yan's window,

his face hidden behind a mask.

Duie kept watch from the shadows.

Yu Sui raised the flute.

And began to play.

---

They say the flute is its own language

And tonight,

Yu Sui spoke volumes without a single word.

"Even if we are far apart,

You'll always be close to my heart.

You are the reason I exist.

If you're not there

then neither am I."

The notes floated.....gentle, aching, celestial.

Even Duie, familiar with the ancient musical language,

felt his soul tremble.

The melody spread like scented petals

dissolving into the air,

brushing every ear,

every heart.

Within the academy

people paused.

Some put down books,

some halted sword forms,

others simply closed their eyes…

And listened.

As if Heaven itself had sent this melody.

---

Mo Yan…

was not asleep.

He stood silently

his back to the wall,

his heart pressed to the stone.

He had known.

Somewhere inside...he knew it was Yu Sui.

But when the final notes whispered

"My tender Dry Leaf…"

Tears welled up in his eyes.

He no longer needed confirmation.

That was his name,

the one only Yu Sui had given him,

long ago under the guava tree.

A secret only they shared.

The notes didn't just say I love you.

They said, I've always loved you.

Like an old tree

that weeps as it bears its first bloom in centuries.

Like the sea,

reaching every night for the moon's reflection

again and again.

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The Next Morning…

The academy buzzed with only one thing

"Did you hear that melody last night?"

"I remember the notes… they touched my soul."

"I haven't slept that peacefully in years…"

They didn't know who had played it.

But they all felt it

That it wasn't just music.

It was Love,

in its purest, quietest, eternal form.