Master Series Chapter 5.2

This is part 2, I actually think this is about the length of a normal chapter if not a bit more. 

Chapter 5.2

I expanded a great amount of energy to break his formation but was left without the energy to go against him. He trapped me with a spell, causing me to be stuck above the lake as I helplessly watched him take my Lishui sword from my hands right in front of me.
**It was winter to I'm guessing above the lake means on the hardened ice.

My lips trembled and I was angered beyond measure.

Qinghan knelt in front of me, heavily kowtowing thrice, eventually causing the thick layer of ice on the lake to crack. Before he lifted his head, his hands were firmly clenched into fists as if he was trying to suppress some turbulent emotions. Yet when he did get up, he was completely expressionless, resolutely turning to walk away.

From the beginning till the end, he did not say a single word and I did not have anything else left to say.

I saved him at this lake while he betrayed me at this very lake. This was just such a laughable and ridiculous circle.

Until today, I am still unable to describe how I felt that day, yet I distinctly remember holding on to this thought: This brat once told me that he would never again leave without saying goodbye...

Right, he was leaving. He used the method of defeating me to tell me... he was leaving.

He didn't turn back at all, as if there was nothing he could not bear to part with.

As I watched Qinghan's back disappear into Misty Mountain's pathway, I thought that I spent so many years raising an ingrate. To think that he used to beg me so earnestly to let him stay, to teach him to cultivate… turns out that it was all so that he could leave me like today.

His plan was very good.
　　
But!

Did I look like someone who would magnanimously smile and gloss over someone's betrayal?

Of course not.

I was petty and could not take such provocation. After the entrapment spell wore off, I stormed out of Misty Mountain, which I had not left in many years, in anger. I vowed to capture this traitorous disciple back to ruthlessly slap his b.u.t.t off.
　　

However, I never imagined that when I finally found this traitorous disciple who was somewhere in the boundless three worlds, it would be at the demon realm's demonic abyss.

**It's actually demonic deep pool but I think abyss sounds better
　　

I didn't actually see Qinghan in person, it was the demon I captured that told me: that traitorous disciple of mine had, along with his enemy - the demon realm's Prince Li, fallen into the demonic abyss, perishing together.
　　
I never thought that the parting at Misty Mountain's lake would be the last time I saw him.

Even more so, I never thought that my disciple would actually be the son of the demon realm's Prince Li and a heavenly realm immortal. He and his mother had been imprisoned by Prince Li since his childhood and when they were fleeing, Prince Li personally killed his mother. So now, Qinghan personally killed his father.

What I absolutely could never have thought was that …

Why did he not wait for me before dying...

He threw his life away so easily.

Obviously, his life was mine. Obviously, his person… should also be mine
　　

I did not go back to Misty Mountain but stayed by the demon realm's demonic abyss.
　　

The demon race had many objections against me, with their royal court stirring up much noise. They said that a G.o.ddess staying in such a sensitive part of the demon realm was simply a challenge to their honour. They even threatened that if I continued provoking them, they would restart the war between the two worlds

As a result, the heavenly realm was thrown into a frenzy and they sent people to advise me to return to Misty Mountain. They said, “That disciple of yours will never come back, who doesn't know that those that fall into the demonic abyss will definitely die? Even you are unable to come back up after you've entered it!”

I knew this was the truth. Millions of years ago, when the demon king descended into the abyss, he never came back up. Even at my peak, I knew that I could not match up to the demon king. That's why I knew, if I myself could not get back up, what more… Qinghan.

But I did not intend to pay any attention to them.

They earnestly urged, “Even if your esteemed self doesn't want to maintain the demon race's honour, can you at least leave some face for the heavenly realm? Please return, G.o.ddess!”

With a wave of my hand, I swept those people away and in pa.s.sing, sliced off the top of a mountain beside the demonic abyss, blowing away the other heavenly realm officials staying there (they were taking turns to persuade me).

This was a slap in the face to both the heavenly and demon realm.
　　

They saw me being so unreasonable yet could not defeat me, having no choice but to switch targets to the demon race. When they demons thought of the now flat mountain top, they also reluctantly swallowed their anger.
　　

I peacefully stayed by the demonic abyss for three years. I waited for three years. Every day, I looked at the evil energy surging beneath the abyss, yet I could not see the person I was waiting for, could not see scene I wanted.
　　

In those three years, it was the second time I was aware that I liked Qinghan. Not between a master and disciple, nor as a moral educator,* but a romantic love between a man and woman that had somehow come to engrave itself on my heart.
** Somewhat as a caregiver/ older generation that guides the younger ones morally as they grow up. Examples are parents/ grandparents/ aunts or uncles. Basically, an adult that sees through someone's growth (esp in how they view the world etc).

After three years, I returned to Misty Mountain. It was also after that that my body started taking a turn for the worse until now...
　　

Carefully thinking back, I can still distinctly recall whatever happened that time. In these years without Qinghan, the scenery on Misty Mountain remained unchanged; time to me was also meaningless, to the point that there was no difference between living and dying

Throwing aside the messy past, I closed my eyes to sleep. Unexpectedly, I saw Qinghan in my dream. In was the Qinghan in his youth, standing under the courtyard's pear blossom tree. Under the falling pear blossoms that looked like a flurry of snow, Qinghan turned to look at me. “Master, today I made some pear blossom wine. In the future, you no longer need to go down the mountain to buy wine. Don't leave anymore….”　　

He didn't like me leaving him, so he was always thinking of methods to make me stay by his side. I stayed behind, but he left.
　　

I did not have a restful sleep. I sat up, hearing the wind blow against the opened windows. I got up to close the windows but when I got there, I saw that the youth still had not left. He was standing under the courtyard's pear blossom tree, with the endless falling snow as the background. For a moment, I thought I went back to the scene in my dream.

That youth under the tree, slightly shy and uneasy, telling me that he made me some pear blossom wine, that he did not want me to leave him, even if it was just a moment...
　　

In a split second, I felt a surge of emotions and I tasted something sweet in my mouth. Strongly suppressing the blood rushing up my throat, I coughed twice.
　　

The youth outside immediately looked towards me and, for whatever reason, I suddenly asked, “What is your name?”

He was silent for a moment, “I'm called Liu Yue.”
　　

He was called Liu Yue, not Qinghan. I lowered my gaze, thinking that the sudden thought I had was simply absurd.
　　

I closed the windows, cutting off the wind and snow. Patting my chest, I thought that I really was about to die, to think that I was now constantly recalling the past which I felt unresigned to.
　　

Nonetheless, I should just let it be, after all, after I died, there would be no one else on earth who would miss that youth anymore. I should take advantage of the fact that I was still around to think about him more.