I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"No." Bai Bai refused ruthlessly. "Host, Tianyun Sect has already discovered that Bing Nandong has escaped. You cannot escape. Please prepare to leave."

Fan Zhiyi felt his body weaken again, his legs went weak, and Bing Nandong caught him: "Zhiyi!"

"Hurry, hurry!" Fan Zhiyi broke out in a cold sweat despite the freezing winter, and his mind began to wander.

Bing Nandong dared not ignore his abnormality any longer and desperately channeled her spiritual power into Fan Zhiyi's body, "Zhiyi, can you still hear me?"

"This is an old problem of mine, don't worry about me." Fan Zhiyi pushed Bing Nandong's hand away and shouted with all his might, "Go!"

"Bai Bai, lead me away from Tianyun Sect! Otherwise, you should find a new host!" Fan Zhiyi didn't know if his words could threaten the system, but since Bai Bai had chosen him and even came back to find him, it might mean that he still had some value.

After a long silence in his mind, Fan Zhiyi roared, "Stop playing dead! I know you're still here! You left me all alone in this world, neglecting me completely, and your business isn't even up to par yet. Be careful, or I'll find a way to report you..."

Fan Zhiyi was desperate and said whatever came to mind, but Bai Bai still didn't reply. Fan Zhiyi had never felt the silence in his mind torment so much.

Bing Nandong carried Fan Zhiyi on his back, holding a cat in his arms. Seemingly sensing the spiritual energy of the others, he began to run faster.

Fan Zhiyi's physical discomfort became more pronounced at this moment. He felt like he couldn't breathe and was in danger of suffocating at any moment.

Seeing that force wouldn't work, Fan Zhiyi pleaded in his mind, "Bai Bai, good system, I beg you, please help me, you're the only one who can help us."

"Host, it's no use. Please understand that this is a novel, and everything is predetermined."

"If it's really all predetermined, then why did you come to me and ask me to come here to complete this mission? This world is real for Bing Nandong. How will I know the outcome if I don't try?"

After a three-second silence in his mind, a map of the entire Tianyun Sect appeared. The blue cursors were him and Bing Nandong, while the red ones were the Tianyun Sect's pursuers.

The pursuers were numerous, and many exits were blocked. Fan Zhiyi finally understood what Bai Bai meant by "there's no escape"—they were surrounded on the mountain.

But the next instant, a route radiating a bright yellow light was marked on the map, and there were no pursuers from the Tianyun Sect guarding this route.

Fan Zhiyi didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. Relying on the map in his mind, he breathed weakly into Bing Nandong's ear: "Bing Nandong, go to the left, listen to me."

Bing Nandong paused briefly, asked no further questions, and immediately followed Fan Zhiyi's instructions, successfully shaking off his pursuers.

This path, given away for free, is not easy to walk; it's clear that no one has ever walked it before.

The howling wind whistled past his ears, and Fan Zhiyi felt cold, as if the temperature around his body was rapidly decreasing.

As Fan Zhiyi gave instructions, he mentally pushed Bai Bai further, saying, "Bai Bai, could you postpone my departure by another half hour? Since you've already helped me, why not go all the way? Please."

"Host, you should know that all of this is in vain."

"please."

"...Ten minutes."

Fan Zhiyi could feel his breathing become much calmer, as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death, and his strength returned to his body.

He knew these reactions were because of that ten-minute delay, which was the biggest concession Bai had ever made to him.

He opened his eyes and watched as trees were quickly left behind and replaced. He struggled to sit up and said, "Bing Nandong, I'm not feeling well. Put me down."

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong found a flat spot under a tree and then put Fan Zhiyi down.

Fan Zhiyi's face was as pale as paper, and his lips had lost all color. He leaned against the tree trunk, panting heavily, and looked at Bing Nandong: "I'll rest for a bit." As he spoke, he took off the Qiankun bag that Bing Nandong had given him from his waist and returned it to Bing Nandong, saying, "It's too heavy, it's making me uncomfortable."

As expected, Bing Nandong accepted the offer without hesitation, then helped Fan Zhiyi sit down, gazing at the dense, impenetrable forest, which seemed like a cage trapping them.

Bing Nandong channeled spiritual energy into Fan Zhiyi, but the more he channeled, the more his brows furrowed. His spiritual energy seemed to sink into nothingness, and Fan Zhiyi was like a withered body, beyond saving no matter what he tried. But Bing Nandong refused to believe it and increased the force in his hands.

Fan Zhiyi brushed his hand away, but found he couldn't brush it off at all. He said, "I haven't had this problem for a long time, but I didn't expect it to happen at this time... Never mind, I don't have the strength to walk anymore. I need to rest for a while. If we stay here, it will definitely be more troublesome to go down the mountain later, and we will definitely be found soon. How about this, you help me distract the pursuers over there, and then come here to pick me up." He pointed in a direction. According to the map in his mind, there were the fewest pursuers in that direction, and Bing Nandong should be able to handle it.

Bing Nandong didn't move. Fan Zhiyi grabbed his hand, his face urgent: "Go quickly! I trust you so much, please trust me this once too, Bing Nandong, let's escape together!"

Bing Nandong still didn't move, so Fan Zhiyi extended his little finger to comfort him, "Don't worry, I will definitely wait for you here. We will definitely be able to leave. Pinky promise."

“Fan Zhiyi, you promised me, you can’t go back on your word.” Bing Nandong extended his little finger and hooked it with his.

"Of course." Fan Zhiyi gave him a weak push. "Go quickly."

Despite his many doubts and hesitations, Bing Nandong was now at his wits' end. He didn't know how many people Tianyun Sect had sent to find him, but he knew that Tianyun Sect would not let the matter rest. If he were captured and taken back, he probably would have no chance of escaping.

He might have a chance of escaping alone against so many people, but with the addition of the weakened Fan Zhiyi, he needs to think carefully.

He would never give up on Fan Zhiyi. Since Zhiyi had asked him to trust him, Bing Nandong would listen to him. Besides, they had even made a pinky promise.

Bing Nandong felt uncertain about placing half of his future on someone else's shoulders, but he and Fan Zhiyi would become cultivation partners and venture into the world of cultivation together, something he should get used to.

He was willing to believe Fan Zhiyi.

Seeing that Bing Nandong had left, Fan Zhiyi asked, "Bai Bai, has he left?"

"He's gone." Fan Zhiyi noticed a purple dot in his mind, which must be Bing Nandong.

Time was running out; he had to seize every second. Looking at the other three pursuing teams lingering nearby, Fan Zhiyi rolled up his sleeves, his fighting spirit burning brightly within him.

Back in the day, he was a man who raced against ghosts and monsters.