I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

The scene seemed familiar, and Fan Zhiyi felt like he was doomed.

Sure enough, Bing Nandong confiscated his token and then looked at Fan Zhiyi: "Want to go 90,000 li?"

"A wise man submits to circumstances," Fan Zhiyi shook his head vigorously, holding up two fingers: "How could that be! I swear to God I have no ulterior motives!"

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong chuckled, it was hard to tell whether it was a sneer or something else: "Was the thunder just now caused by your oath?"

Fan Zhiyi hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself. He couldn't very well say that he had almost revealed a heavenly secret and was threatened by the Heavenly Dao, and besides, he didn't have any spiritual power, so it would be even more illogical for him to summon thunderclouds during his tribulation.

After a while, Fan Zhiyi scratched his head: "I guess so. I really shouldn't just post 'haha' so casually, hahaha..." Fan Zhiyi chuckled awkwardly for a while, but when he saw Bing Nandong just staring at him expressionlessly, he felt embarrassed and stopped laughing.

"Um... well... why did you come back today?" Fan Zhiyi would steal a glance at Bing Nandong with every word he uttered, unable to tell whether Bing Nandong was in a bad mood or a really bad mood.

"If I don't come back, do you expect me to wait until you get poached before I come back?" Bing Nandong stepped into the courtyard, walked to the table, lowered his eyes to put down the things, and then casually stroked Xiao Hei, which made Xiao Hei affectionately rub against his wrist.

Bing Nandong's gaze wasn't on Fan Zhiyi, and his tone was surprisingly calm, which made Fan Zhiyi uneasy, sensing that this person was a bit too aggressive.

"I, I'm not..." Fate loves to play tricks on people; Bing Nandong always catches Zhuang Yujing in the act when she talks to him.

“Fan Zhiyi.” Bing Nandong interrupted him, pointing to the package on the table with her fingertip. “This was sent to you by He An. He didn’t use the name Jiu Wanli, so it was left at the foot of the mountain. I’m bringing it back for you.”

Fan Zhiyi was speechless, unsure of what to say, and could only reply, "Thank you."

"Qin Shuan's matter has been settled. Today, Tianyun Sect issued a notice stating his crimes, crippling one of his arms, severing his path to immortality, expelling him from Tianyun Sect, and banishing him from the sect for life. As for the others, they have been handed over to Lu Changfu. I have no information about the follow-up and have not been able to see him. I apologize. With things as they are, this can be considered a proper explanation."

At this point, Bing Nandong finally looked at Fan Zhiyi. His deep eyes held a darkness beyond his years, which made Fan Zhiyi's heart sink.

Fan Zhiyi didn't know whether Qin Shuan's punishment was lenient or severe, nor did he know how the original owner would feel if she knew the news, let alone how difficult it would be for Bing Nandong to be caught in the middle.

It seems that every time he deals with Qin Shuan and the others, Bing Nandong apologizes to him. What exactly is he feeling guilty about? There are too many things between him and Bing Nandong. The element of "liking" shouldn't even exist.

"So, Fan Zhiyi, are you still going?"

"Ok?"

"Leave Tianyun Sect."

"..." Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, the boy's expression serious and earnest, staring at him stubbornly.

Fan Zhiyi replied, "I don't have that idea yet." He dared not look Bing Nandong in the eye anymore, so he turned his head away and looked to the side as he spoke.

He thought Bing Nandong would say something sarcastic again, but instead he heard the other say, "If you want to leave, just tell me, and I will arrange everything for you. Don't forget, I am the senior disciple of Tianyun Sect." Bing Nandong paused, "Now, let's talk."

Fan Zhiyi unconsciously tensed up at those words, pinching the back of his hand: "What are you talking about?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

Fan Zhiyi was in a state of confusion. He kept saying that the things about the original owner had nothing to do with him, but he had witnessed the humiliation the original owner had suffered while using the original owner's body. None of this was Bing Nandong's fault, but it was related to him.

Bing Nandong was the first person he met here. He saved him and protected him several times, and even... liked him. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but be moved, but his reason couldn't overcome those obstacles. His emotions, however, clamored for him, tormenting him and causing him pain. He could only stop thinking about it to make himself feel less troubled.

But today, Bing Nandong brought up those things that Fan Zhiyi was unwilling to think about again.

"I don't know." That was Fan Zhiyi's reply.

"Then listen to me." Bing Nandong said decisively, patting Xiao Hei's head. Xiao Hei wisely jumped off the table and lay down at Bing Nandong's feet.

Bing Nandong pointed to the seat opposite him: "Sit."

As soon as Fan Zhiyi sat down, Bing Nandong spoke up: "First, what was that tribulation cloud all about? Were you injured?"

"I don't know either. The tribulation clouds just drifted over and then disappeared. Did they just pass by?"

Fan Zhiyi didn't even make up a reason. He thought Bing Nandong would ask further, but the other party didn't seem to care about the topic: "If you don't want to say, just say so. I don't need to waste my time thinking of excuses."

Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips, and then heard Bing Nandong continue, "Secondly, Fan Zhiyi, don't lie to me. How much of what happened before you lost your memory do you remember?"

Fan Zhiyi could answer honestly because he wasn't the original owner of this body, and that dog system hadn't connected him to any memories: "I don't remember."

"Thirdly, is your desire to leave Tianyun Sect because of me?"

"..."

When Bing Nandong spoke these words, he was solemn, displaying the dignity of a senior disciple, which Fan Zhiyi found somewhat unfamiliar: "There are many reasons, not just you, and it wasn't me who said to go to Jiuwanli, it was Zhuang Yujing!"

"That means I was partly to blame too," Bing Nandong concluded. "I heard from Junior Sister that you asked her about what happened at the back cliff of the bamboo forest back then."

“Yes.” Fan Zhiyi didn’t expect Xu Qing not to tell Bing Nandong, but even if she did, it wouldn’t matter. He had asked Bing Nandong about this before.

Then Fan Zhiyi heard Bing Nandong sigh. Bing Nandong rarely sighed, so it seemed that this topic was indeed difficult for him.

But the silence didn't last long. Before Fan Zhiyi could suggest changing the subject, Bing Nandong finally spoke up: "You hate me."

Fan Zhiyi stared blankly at Bing Nandong, not reacting at all.

“Back then at the back cliff, you said these words to me.” Bing Nandong held up three fingers. “I swear on my Dao heart and cultivation that if any of my words are false, may I never have the chance to speak them again.”

Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth, wondering why Bing Nandong had suddenly started making oaths again. Cultivators couldn't make oaths lightly; the Heavenly Dao truly believed them.

"Actually, you said a lot more that day at the back cliff. Before that, I never knew you had so much dissatisfaction and resentment towards me. After the fall, I went to see you alone once, but you didn't want to see me."