I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong pondered for only a moment before replying, "I need to know what kind of spell she's using before I can deal with it, but randomly casting spells is evil magic, which is forbidden in the cultivation world, so I might not be able to undo it."

Fan Zhiyi patted him on the shoulder: "It's alright. We have to do it to know if it's feasible. If we don't do anything, it really won't be possible. I have another question. What exactly is this 'Immortal Office' you mentioned?"

“Each sect in the cultivation world has its own designated territory, and government offices are set up in these territories to handle the aforementioned affairs of the people. Lands not assigned to a sect are jointly governed by nearby sects, and these government offices are called Immortal Offices.”

"Oh, oh." Fan Zhiyi understood, then looked at Qian Hu, who had suddenly fallen silent as if he were dumbfounded, and Hu Luan, who looked utterly defeated, and said, "Are we just leaving them here to wait for the people from the Celestial Office to arrive?"

"Let's leave it here for now. Junior Sister and the others will guard it and won't let them escape."

Fan Zhiyi didn't speak. He actually really wanted Yue Tang to settle scores and avenge their grievances, but even if the spell failed, he didn't know if Yue Tang would suffer a backlash if she attacked Qian Hu.

Fan Zhiyi had indeed had the urge to kill Qian Hu before...

"Killing him would be too easy on him, and it would only make you feel bad for nothing. There's no need for that. Hand him over to the Celestial Court, confiscate all his property, and send him to work in a remote area. At least we can still squeeze every last drop of value out of him."

Fan Zhiyi withdrew his gaze, thinking that perhaps his expression was too cold just now, which allowed Bing Nandong to see through his thoughts so quickly and comfort him. He looked at Bing Nandong and realized that Bing Nandong had been watching him the whole time.

Fan Zhiyi immediately looked away, interrupting the eye contact: "That's true." He seemed to have a guilty conscience.

"How are you going to lure Yue Tang out?" Bing Nandong seemed oblivious to Fan Zhiyi's subtle actions.

Of course, the simplest method is the best. Since he has the physique and his arm is injured again, he shouldn't waste it. Fan Zhiyi certainly wouldn't dare say this to Bing Nandong, because he felt that Bing Nandong wouldn't agree to it.

But just as Fan Zhiyi was thinking this, Bing Nandong said the next second, "If it's going to be your blood, you'd better not even think about it."

Fan Zhiyi pointed at him and said, "Do you have mind-reading abilities? How come you always seem to know what I'm thinking? You're making me feel like I have no privacy at all!"

Bing Nandong seemed speechless, slapping away the finger pointing at him: "It's because you wear your heart on your sleeve."

"Is it that obvious?" Fan Zhiyi patted his face, wondering why everyone said that about him.

"Yes." Bing Nandong chuckled softly, "Silly."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He didn't want to talk to this person anymore. Sure enough, some people are more endearing in our memories.

Fan Zhiyi coughed lightly, bringing the topic back on track: "Do you have a better way to summon Yue Tang? Don't forget, Yue Tang is injured now, and she is very conscious and has self-awareness. She is afraid of cultivators. We waited for her for so long and there was no movement at all."

Bing Nandong answered confidently, "No."

Fan Zhiyi pulled up his arm to show him: "Look, this blood hasn't clotted yet, it'll come in handy, don't waste it."

Bing Nandong grabbed his wrist and pulled him over so fast that Fan Zhiyi didn't even have time to react: "Qin Shuan is injured?"

"No, it seems like I made the cut myself with a twig."

"Are you an idiot? Aren't you afraid of getting your wound infected?"

"This hand of mine has been through thick and thin with me," Fan Zhiyi sighed in a weathered tone, then laughed carelessly.

Finally, Bing Nandong sighed, neither arguing nor agreeing. Fan Zhiyi tentatively asked, "Shall we go?"

Bing Nan Dong ignored him, seemingly angry.

"You're getting angry over this? You're so petty." He thought to himself, but knowing that Bing Nan Dong was worried about him, Fan Zhiyi was still somewhat touched.

After a few seconds of this stalemate, Bing Nandong walked towards Xu Qing. He had only taken one step when he turned back and said to Fan Zhiyi in a serious tone, "Wait here."

After explaining some matters to Xu Qing, Bing Nandong went out with Fan Zhiyi. His anger came quickly but subsided just as fast. As he walked side by side with Fan Zhiyi, he asked, "Are you sure your leg can still walk?"

Fan Zhiyi patted his chest: "Don't worry, I'm strong."

Since that's the case, Bing Nandong didn't say anything more: "You plan to go to the place where Yue Tang drowned herself to find her?"

"Bingo, smart!" But then Fan Zhiyi sighed, "But I only went there with a sliver of hope, which doesn't mean Yue Tang is definitely there. You just heard it, she's injured. If we don't go quickly, she might be annihilated."

As Fan Zhiyi spoke, he felt as if Yue Tang would disappear at any moment, so he hopped and skipped along, supporting his injured leg, and hurried even faster.

Seeing him like this, Bing Nandong suddenly shouted, "Fan Zhiyi, no matter how pitiful she is, you must understand that she has already become a ghost."

Fan Zhiyi didn't quite understand what Bing Nandong meant by saying that to him, and blinked at him, "I know."

“What I mean is, if she kills someone because of this, including Qian Hu, everything will be irreversible, and it is my duty to eliminate her. So, if you really find her, you should have a good talk with her.”

Fan Zhiyi understood. Even if Yue Tang suffered a terrible fate, if it harmed others, Bing Nandong, as the senior disciple of Tianyun Sect, would not stand idly by, including that idiot scum Qian Hu.

It sounds too cold and a bit inhumane. After all, this is just a novel world. If it doesn't make people feel good, then the author will probably be criticized.

However, once he was actually in the situation, Fan Zhiyi understood Bing Nandong's difficulties. He would tell himself this beforehand, which, in Fan Zhiyi's view, already surpassed many cultivators who were ignorant of right and wrong and only knew how to bully the weak.

Seeing that Fan Zhiyi hadn't responded for a long time, Bing Nandong knew that Fan Zhiyi was indignant and explained, "Just the fact that she possessed someone to try to kill someone at the Qian residence has already alarmed the Tianyun Sect. You can imagine that if Yue Tang really killed someone, then this matter will definitely become even bigger. At that time, not only the Tianyun Sect, but also other sects will try to kill her. They are not as kind-hearted and easy to talk to as I am. Moreover, the retribution for good and evil follows like a shadow. Cultivators should firmly believe in this and uphold justice."

Fan Zhiyi had never seen anyone who would praise himself while trying to reason with others. His bad mood instantly improved, and he echoed, "That sounds just like what Senior Brother said."

Bing Nandong glanced at him: "I was originally the senior brother."