I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

He's truly amazing. He's fortunate enough to have experienced all the elements of horror movies and novels—being chased by ghosts, scared by ghosts, and possessed by ghosts—and yet he's still alive. Fan Zhiyi himself admires his own tenacious vitality.

Meanwhile, He An was extremely satisfied with the answer: "By the way, the young master and I sent you some local specialties from 90,000 li. They should arrive today. Remember to pick them up."

"Okay." This world still has package delivery services? And it's self-pickup? Impressive.

"Young Master asked me to inquire about the Ghost Gate and that grand competition. Do you have any new leads?"

"No, what about you?"

He An sighed softly from the other end: "They've all been confined to their homes, so naturally there's been no progress. The young master even tried to escape, but he was caught and brought back, and got a beating."

Fan Zhiyi nodded. Mischievous kids deserve to be beaten up more often, especially those like Zhuang Yujing who are still in their adolescence.

He An didn't hear Fan Zhiyi's reply and assumed Fan Zhiyi was busy, so he said, "That's all I wanted to say. I'll contact you again next time if I think of anything else. Take care."

"Wait!" Fan Zhiyi had finally found someone to talk to, and his mouth moved faster than his brain, managing to keep the person there.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to speak: "I have a friend..."

A classic statement: making friends out of thin air.

He An was still there on the other side. Fan Zhiyi cleared his throat: "He read a storybook, and then he transmigrated into the storybook..."

"Boom!"

Before Fan Zhiyi could finish speaking, dark clouds suddenly gathered above the courtyard, and a fierce wind blew, blinding Fan Zhiyi and ruffling his hair, forcing him to cover his eyes with his sleeve to shield them from the swirling sand.

Fan Zhiyi squinted at the sky, where faint, bright yellow lightning rolled in the dark clouds, its earth-shattering aura awe-inspiring.

Even without being explicitly told, Fan Zhiyi knew what this meant. It meant that Heaven wouldn't let him say a single word about transmigrating into a book, or else it would have struck him dead on the spot.

You stingy bastard, you're so stingy with the ways of heaven! Tell me what's wrong with you.

Although he thought this in his heart, Fan Zhiyi put his hands together and bowed to the sky, saying, "This is my first offense, please forgive me."

"Boom!"

Fan Zhiyi shrank back in fright at the thunder. The thunderclouds seemed to have intimidated him, and then they dispersed on their own. He breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly called out to the token, "He An, He An, are you still there?"

"Yes, is it thundering where you are? What did you just say?"

Fan Zhiyi cleared his throat: "I have a friend who left his hometown for a strange place and met a very powerful cultivator. That cultivator always protected and cared for him, even though he had a sharp tongue and was always sarcastic and critical of him, but he never abandoned him and treated him very well. Later, he and the cultivator fell in love with each other, but my friend couldn't love the cultivator for various reasons, so he rejected him. But after the rejection, he can't get over it. What do you think I should do to comfort him?"

"What? Bing Nandong confessed to you and got rejected? You're going to divorce him and go back to the Fan family? Hahahaha, I'll definitely make fun of him to death!" The sudden, shrill laughter made Fan Zhiyi's gaze gradually die.

Damn it, Zhuang Yujing is here too? He always thought it was just He An!

“But that doesn’t make sense. You and Bing Nandong are always so inseparable. Why did you reject him so properly? Is this your new romance?” Zhuang Yujing kept nagging, and at the end, she clicked her tongue in disgust.

Fan Zhiyi was momentarily stunned by Zhuang Yujing's laughter, and mechanically explained, "I already said it's a friend of mine..."

"What's the big deal? It's not shameful at all. Anyway, it was Bing Nandong who failed to confess, hahaha! Bing Nandong confessed to you a long time ago. Is it too late for me to laugh at him now?"

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Fan Zhiyi was about to shatter, "He's my friend..."

“There’s nothing wrong with admitting this, mmm…” A burst of noise came from the other end, and Fan Zhiyi could vaguely make out the last few words: “He An, how dare you.”

Then, the voice on the other end changed to He An's. He coughed twice and said, "Young Master is a bit agitated, I apologize. But as far as I know, the Fan family hasn't treated you well. Why do you insist on going back? What have they used to threaten you? Do you need any help?"

Fan Zhiyi was going crazy: "..." Was his lying technique really that bad? How did he get exposed so easily!

Fan Zhiyi was extremely frustrated: "No, I don't need your help."

Then Zhuang Yujing's voice came through: "Oh dear, you need to ask me such a small question? But since I'm kind-hearted and incredibly intelligent, I'll take pity on you and give you some advice. Think about it, what's so great about Bing Nandong? Rejecting him should be something to celebrate!"

Fan Zhiyi felt that he shouldn't have been so stupid as to ask that question. He An and Zhuang Yujing were inseparable, so why didn't he think of that?

Don't ask, the answer is a thousand regrets. Fan Zhiyi's head throbbed even more.

“Young Master,” He An called out to him helplessly, then said to Fan Zhiyi, “This reaction shows that you are not satisfied with your initial choice. That’s how people are; they want this and that, but things in life can’t always be perfect. It’s normal to feel reluctant and heartbroken now. It will get better with time. Zhiyi, this is what I think: feelings are not everything in life, so there’s no need to be so distressed.”

"..." Fan Zhiyi did not reply. This lack of reply actually represented his opinion. He did not agree with He An's neutral statement, believing that it would not help solve his problem. So what did he want?

He's such a jerk, after all... she was his first love, it was like it was destined, the first time Fan Zhiyi had received such attention and affection from someone.

People crave warmth, and it's always difficult to sever that bond with oneself, even if one knows it's for the good of both people.

"Tsk, how pretentious. If that's the case, then it means you want to be with Bing Nandong, so just go for it! Or how about this, Fan Zhiyi, I have a better idea. Since you can't forget her, then find someone better, like me. I don't know where you got those words to praise Bing Nandong, but how about I reluctantly take her over first?"

Before Fan Zhiyi could speak, another voice answered for him: "Not so great, a defeated opponent."

The token was suddenly interrupted by a burst of spiritual energy, and Fan Zhiyi watched helplessly as it fell into the hands of another person.