After a short while, Victor Fan heard murmurs from inside the room, like someone chanting a spell. He waited quietly for a long time before finally getting up.
So it really is Old Wu Zhen?
Victor Fan stood up and saw a shadowy figure. He greeted Wu Zhen respectfully, gripping the Belle sword.
Tell me, Old Wu Zhen—about Cecilia...
Sigh. Kid, there are things I can't just say. Do you believe in ghosts and spirits?
Victor Wu asked, and Victor Fan smiled, nodding in response.
Among ordinary folk, there have always been tales of ghosts and spirits. I’ve never seen them myself, but I can feel it. Whenever I look at the Belle sword, I feel sadness, and at night, I hear crying.
Wu Zhen sat down. Victor Fan put the teapot on the stove and brewed tea, looking at Wu Zhen with a serious expression.
Fate is set by Heaven. I’ve read your fortune—your life will have great ups and downs. You’re on the rise now, but one day you’ll reach your peak. All of this comes from the curse this sword has placed on you.
Victor Fan gave a faint smile, then sighed.
"I'm sure, Mr. Wu Zhen, that you already know my story. I won't say much more. I am a heartless man. For my own sake, I abandoned the woman I loved. This is the punishment I deserve—the best punishment I could ask for."
"Realization is good, but you haven't changed at all, Victor Fan."
Wu Zhen seemed to understand that Victor Fan was still unable to break free from the word 'scheme.' Yet, many of his actions were truly kind. Feeling some pity, Wu Zhen spoke with Victor Fan.
Cecilia is trapped within this sword. Her resentment grows stronger by the day, and it's all directed at Victor Fan. The sword was originally crafted by Ou Yezi, who, in the end, fused it with special iron to seal its edge. Cecilia is locked inside, unable to escape. Over time, her anger leaks out, threatening Victor Fan with grave danger.
These days, Wu Zhen has tried everything to seal the sword, but it's impossible. It's a strange phenomenon. For ordinary ghosts, Wu Zhen could seal them easily, but this ghost's true form is inside the sword. Melting the sword is nearly impossible, and he can't drag Cecilia's spirit out. Each night, he can only use Daoist methods to suppress the leaking yin energy.
"Cecilia... Cecilia..."
Victor Fan gazed obsessively at the Belle sword, unable to let it go. He smiled happily, showing not a trace of fear.
"What I owe, I will repay after death. So, Mr. Wu Zhen, all I hope for now is to do a few more good deeds..."
Wu Zhen nodded, then agreed to stay at Victor Fan's home long-term, helping him find a way to let Cecilia's spirit release its resentment.
The next day, it was already noon when Victor Fan woke up. The heaviness that had weighed on his face was gone. Today, he was going to his father-in-law's house to discuss the wedding arrangements.