I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

If Bing Nandong hadn't been unable to kill his fellow disciples, and if Qin Shuan hadn't been such a fool who, if he had actually revealed those things, the sect leader wouldn't have allowed him to live, and he wouldn't have shown himself at all, thus avoiding the current situation.

Now that things have come to this point, Lu Changfu understands Bing Nandong very well. He is a person who is willing to sacrifice himself for others and whom the Tianyun Sect wants to cultivate with a sense of justice. Lu Changfu's contribution is undeniable in cultivating such a person.

Lu Changfu believed that he could make up countless reasons to get away with it as long as he wanted, and Bing Nandong would still regard him as his best partner. But strangely, Lu Changfu suddenly felt a little irritable and didn't want to explain anymore.

People's moods are always changing rapidly, sometimes one way and sometimes another.

“Nan Dong, Fan Zhiyi is no longer Fan Zhiyi.” Lu Changfu observed Bing Nan Dong’s expression and saw no change on his face. He thought to himself, “Sure enough, Bing Nan Dong knew about this a long time ago. Otherwise, how could he have gotten so close to Fan Zhiyi so easily?”

There was no point in saying anything more. Lu Changfu grabbed Qin Shuan and said, "Nan Dong, we'll meet at Tianyun Sect. I'll have to trouble you to clean up this mess for me. Once we get back to Tianyun Sect, I'd like to have a good talk with you."

As they brushed past each other, Bing Nandong suddenly asked, "Will you also tell the sect leader about Fan Zhiyi's matter?"

The original Fan Zhiyi is already dead. If the sect leader finds out, given the Tianyun Sect's attitude towards demons and ghosts, the current Fan Zhiyi will not survive.

"I don't know," Lu Changfu said casually, then looked at Bing Nandong and smiled, "If you don't want to tell me, then I won't."

"...Thank you."

"polite."

Seeing that the two of them were far away, Bing Nandong composed himself and took a few steps forward to Fan Zhiyi's side: "Are you alright?"

"I just twisted my leg, nothing serious. I need to get somewhere right now." Fan Zhiyi grabbed Bing Nandong and was about to run away, afraid that Qian Hu, that bastard, would run away.

But Bing Nandong grabbed him instead: "I'll carry you on my back."

"No need for that, you're a real man. It's just a little injury, why carry it?" Fan Zhiyi felt it was best to avoid unnecessary contact. Bing Nandong's sudden appearance was unexpected and left him feeling a bit lost, especially since he hadn't figured out how to get along with Bing Nandong yet, even though he had missed Bing Nandong quite a bit lately.

Being rejected was expected, so Bing Nandong didn't press the matter and asked the question he had been wanting to ask: "What's with your clothes?"

"Don't mention it, you wouldn't understand, it's a strategy."

"So the strategy is that you got yourself into this state, and even got possessed by a female ghost?"

"I'm possessed!" Fan Zhiyi himself vaguely felt it. "Right, right, let's go first, I'll tell you the details slowly."

Bing Nandong pulled him back again: "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold walking in wet clothes?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's a small matter. I have something important to do now."

Bing Nandong wouldn't let go, and Fan Zhiyi took a step or two only to be pulled back again. He was at his wit's end, and clicked his tongue impatiently: "What exactly do you want?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a cloak was draped over his shoulders. Bing Nandong carefully tied the sash, but her voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction: "Why are you always being haunted by female ghosts?"

Fan Zhiyi felt a little embarrassed, feeling waves of heat rushing to his face.

Damn, could it be that Nan Dong has a bad reputation and has really caught a cold? He looked away and said, "Of course it's because I'm handsome and popular."

Bing Nandong's eyes darkened: "Is that so?"

After saying that, she stared straight at Fan Zhiyi, then couldn't help but reach out and press her hand against his lips, wiping away the remaining lipstick: "This is... something your junior sister put on for you?"

He pressed his fingertip against Fan Zhiyi's lips, which were a little dry and would slightly indent when he applied a little pressure. Bing Nandong was stunned; he hadn't expected this sensation.

Fan Zhiyi was also stunned. He felt his brain cells were so active that he was going crazy. The heat seemed to be jumping around and suddenly gathered in his forehead, as if it was going to cook him.

So Fan Zhiyi instinctively took a step back and began frantically wiping his face with his sleeve, trying to hide the confusion and panic he had just felt.

Seeing him like this, Bing Nandong coughed lightly: "Be gentle, or you'll scratch your lips."

"Mmm...okay!"

Because of his slightly frantic movements, Fan Zhiyi's already loose hair was flung aside. Upon seeing this, Bing Nandong pointed at it and said, "Your hair, straighten it."

Fan Zhiyi thought Bing Nandong was about to launch another surprise attack, so he immediately leaned back dramatically, like a rabbit being stared at by a big bad wolf, and covered his mouth in fear, saying, "Bing Nandong, don't you think things are getting a little too ambiguous between us?"

The two spoke almost simultaneously, and an eerie silence fell over the moment their words were spoken.

Fan Zhiyi: Did I go a bit too far? But what was I doing when I suddenly started hitting him? It gave him a big fright.

Bing Nandong: Is it ambiguous to let him stroke your hair?

Bing Nandong unconsciously rubbed the fingertip that had just touched Fan Zhiyi's lips, as if the smooth feeling of the lip rouge still lingered on his fingertip.

This thought made his heart start racing again. Bing Nandong was a little afraid to look at Fan Zhiyi, fearing that if he looked again, he would be bewitched like before.

But the silence still needed to be broken, so Fan Zhiyi quietly raised his eyes and saw Bing Nandong's stubborn profile, refusing to turn around.

Fan Zhiyi cleared his throat: "Your junior brother is over there." He pointed as he spoke.

Honestly, Fan Zhiyi didn't know any magic, so he had no idea how long these two disciples from the Tianyun Sect had been there or how long they had been watching.

The two Tianyun Sect disciples were originally guarding their assigned sections of the road, but when they heard the fighting, they rushed over. By sheer coincidence, they saw their senior brother struggling with Fan Zhiyi, helping him tie his belt and talking intimately about something. They were so shocked that their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and they stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to retreat or advance.

Now that Fan Zhiyi had pointed it out, the two disciples breathed a sigh of relief and simply stepped forward to bow: "Senior Brother."

The awkwardness was quickly replaced by joy, after all, being able to spend time with the prominent figure of Tianyun Sect and his beloved senior brother was an exciting thing.

Bing Nandong instantly regained his usual solemn demeanor: "Speaking of which, I was just about to look for you. Who came up with this terrible idea? It's one thing to use Fan Zhiyi, who doesn't know any magic, as a target and bait, but you didn't even know he was possessed. If I hadn't arrived in time, who knows what would have happened next. Is this how Tianyun Sect teaches you?"