I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Upon hearing Bing Nandong's voice, Wu Sheng began to choke up: "Please, let me see Yue Tang."

Fan Zhiyi, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, said, "Bing Nandong, you scared someone to tears."

Bing Nandong: "..."

He glanced at Fan Zhiyi, and Fan Zhiyi read from that look what Bing Nandong hadn't said—shut up.

OK, he shut up.

“She doesn’t want to see you, you should leave,” Bing Nandong replied coldly.

"I know, I know everything. Miss Yue is blaming me for leaving back then, but I was forced into it." Wu Sheng was filled with regret, tears falling one by one, dripping onto the ground, mingling with the sound of rain behind him. He clenched his fists, filled with grief and indignation. "I walked by the lake so many times at night, but I never saw her. I knew she didn't want to see me again. If I had known that Qian Hu had done these things after her death, I would have done it much sooner..."

"What's the point of saying all this now?" Fan Zhiyi looked at Yu Si with some annoyance, not wanting to listen to his nonsense anymore. "Stand up first."

What kind of people did Yue Tang really encounter? Although Fan Zhiyi didn't know Wu Sheng, he could tell from Bing Nandong's words that although Wu Sheng had been trying to find a way to clear Yue Tang's name, it was of no use to him given his status and position. Moreover, he chose to withdraw at that critical moment.

It's hard to say. Perhaps Wu Sheng did have some genuine feelings for Yue Tang, but it was mostly to put his mind at ease.

Wu Sheng was still crying when Bing Nandong gave him a cold look and said, "Stand up."

The voice was icy, and Fan Zhiyi knew that Bing Nandong's patience had reached its limit. For some reason, he felt that Bing Nandong was very indifferent to Wu Sheng. Could it be that there was some hidden reason that Bing Nandong had not told him?

Xu Qing sighed, then reached out and pulled Wu Sheng's arm: "Stand up and talk. If others see us, it will damage the reputation of Tianyun Sect."

Wu Sheng stood up shakily, then looked earnestly at Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi: "Just once, I just want to see Miss Yue once, I want to explain to her."

“The person is dead, so let him rest in peace. Let’s not cause any more trouble. Young Master Wu can also let it go.” After saying this, Bing Nandong did not want to linger here any longer, so he said to Xu Qing, “Junior Sister, in the future, no irrelevant people should enter here and delay matters.”

"Yes, senior brother, how many more days until we leave?"

"According to our communication with other sects, they have sent new candidates to this Immortal Office today. They should arrive by tomorrow at the latest, and we will set off tomorrow."

"Alright, I'll take care of this person. Senior Brother, you can go and get back to work."

Bing Nandong nodded, and without saying another word, he pulled Fan Zhiyi away.

Fan Zhiyi looked back and saw Wu Sheng covering his face with his sleeve, crying very sadly. Fan Zhiyi looked away and said, "You seem to have a lot of hostility towards him."

"Is it?"

"Does Yue Tang really not want to see him? Judging from the feeling I had when I was possessed, Yue Tang should like him."

“After the trial of Qian Hu yesterday, this man came to see me once. I asked Yue Tang for her opinion, and she said she would not see him.” Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi. “No matter what the reason, he chose to leave at the time. I have investigated. Although his family is not as wealthy as the Qian family, it is still a scholarly family and is highly respected by the locals. His parents are both elderly. When the matter first started to escalate, he took his parents and left under the pretext of traveling. He only returned nearly five months ago and then began to appeal to the celestial government. His parents even seemed to have arranged a marriage for him, which he refused. Yue Tang died eight months ago.”

The three months in between are enough to smooth over and make people forget many things.

Fan Zhiyi sighed: "What made him turn back halfway to start seeking justice for Yue Tang?"

"Perhaps it's a guilty conscience?" Bing Nandong curled his lips slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes. "It can't be love, after all. If you can't even face it, how can you talk about liking someone?"

Is that so? Fan Zhiyi wondered, if Bing Nandong liked the original owner of this body, how could he have left the original owner to face the malice of the entire sect alone?

Fan Zhiyi chose to remain silent. Generally, he would remain silent if he had any ambiguity about something or something, but knew that speaking out would upset others.

Looking at the face of the person beside him, Bing Nandong noticed that Fan Zhiyi had been increasingly silent lately. He wasn't actually as talkative and optimistic as he appeared. However, he would try to cheer himself up and comfort himself, as if he were his own only friend, and it had become a habit.

He didn't know what had happened to Fan Zhiyi in the past, and he wanted to know but didn't know how to ask.

A young person's affection is always intense, like a never-ending surface of water, impossible to hide. Just by looking at the person they like, this feeling will naturally flow from their eyes, no matter how mature and calm they usually pretend to be.

During the days he hadn't been with Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong had thought a lot on his own. He carefully sorted out their relationship, writing and drawing alone late at night, and finally determined how the two of them should proceed.

Perhaps long ago, when he knew that Fan Zhiyi liked him and he liked Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong was already planning for their future.

As if on the same wavelength, Fan Zhiyi asked, "By the way, what did you want to tell me last night?" He scratched his head sheepishly, "Sorry, I was too tired last night and fell asleep."

"..."

Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong with a somewhat puzzled expression. Bing Nandong felt he had never been so nervous before, and he looked directly into Fan Zhiyi's eyes.

As if receiving a signal from Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi suddenly had a premonition that Bing Nandong was going to say something. He was afraid of hearing those words and almost ran away, but then comforted himself that maybe he was overthinking it.

Perhaps he wouldn't dare mention what happened last night; he might have fallen asleep and not heard it clearly. Maybe it was a divine decree.

Hearts pounded, two people experiencing completely different levels of tension and emotions.

Suddenly, a disciple came over and said, "Senior Brother, there's a girl here with a special situation!"

Seeing that Fan Zhiyi hadn't spoken yet, Bing Nandong immediately said with a sigh of relief, "Let's go, let's go, let's go quickly!"

The conversation ended there without any resolution.

With so much to do, Bing Nandong and his team had drastically reshuffled the staff of the Immortal Office based on their past conduct. Before the new staff arrived, they needed to arrange everything in the Immortal Office, including handling the people's problems. As a result, Bing Nandong was busy until late at night and didn't have a chance to be alone with Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief at this.

Fan Zhiyi originally intended to stay in the Immortal's Office, but there wasn't much he could do, and he was also still ill, with his old injuries throbbing in the rain.

So after receiving Bing Nandong's instruction to go back and rest, Fan Zhiyi did not refuse, even though it seemed like he was using connections. However, he declined Bing Nandong's suggestion to send him back.

He just wanted to avoid Bing Nandong.