I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi stared blankly at the other person, then a sudden surge of anger welled up inside him. Damn it, he treated the other person with empathy, and the other person thought he was annoyed by him. It's really ridiculous how blind he is.

Enraged, Fan Zhiyi grabbed Bing Nandong's hand again and pulled him towards his room. Bing Nandong thought that Fan Zhiyi was about to attack him because he had pushed him too far, and he secretly hoped that he would really die.

As a result, Fan Zhiyi slammed the door shut, threw him onto the bed, pulled down his pants, and, ignoring Bing Nandong's struggles, used his cultivation to suppress him and slapped him three times.

First of all, let me clarify that Fan Zhiyi has never taken on any apprentices. He has only helped the teachers and aunties at the orphanage take care of the children. That's how those teachers educate very naughty and disobedient children, and naturally, that's how Fan Zhiyi learned it. However, unless the other party is making a particularly outrageous mistake that he needs to learn from, Fan Zhiyi generally won't do this.

"What's with the killing? What's with the dying? You're just injured, I'll heal you, that's all. Stop acting like you're going to die all the time! Do you know how good it is to be alive? You can save money, not spirit stones. I often slack off too, but I'm still doing just fine. I'm not dead, so why are you acting like you're going to die?" Fan Zhiyi lashed out, truly exasperated. He'd tolerated him for so long, wasting food was one thing, but this death wish was another. Depressed, huh? Seeking death? A beating would have been enough!

"Killing you would make everyone feel better, but if I kill you, I'll suffer a fate worse than death for the rest of my life, okay? Living is not easy, but so many people are trying their best to live. I didn't say I was going to give up on you, so why do you think like that? Do you know how infuriating this sounds?" Fan Zhiyi lectured while thinking about his own hardships in the real world. He had overcome so many difficulties, and now that Bing Nandong was receiving proper treatment, his cultivation and injuries clearly had a chance to recover. Why did he keep thinking about dying?

Bing Nandong, who had been silent all along, struggled violently, like a balloon that had been holding its air in suddenly being punctured by a needle. Provoked by Fan Zhiyi's behavior and words, he wanted nothing more than to vent all his resentment and perish together with him: "You know nothing, so what right do you have to say such things!"

Did you give me a chance to find out?

"You're all the same, why are you saying these high-sounding words!" Bing Nandong gripped the bed sheet tightly, unable to move as Fan Zhiyi pressed him down on the bed. Anger filled his mind, and even shame was temporarily forgotten.

"I will help you, I said I would help you."

"..."

It's unclear which side quieted down first, but Bing Nandong stopped struggling, Fan Zhiyi's anger subsided, and his mind cleared up a bit. Then, looking at the three red handprints on Bing Nandong's fair skin, he felt particularly pitiful.

"..." Fan Zhiyi felt that he had gone too far. This person was no longer a child, yet he was being beaten like this.

Bing Nandong's whole body was still trembling, his clothes were in disarray, and he kept his head down without lifting it, whether out of shame or anger. His exposed nape and ear tips were also flushed.

Fan Zhiyi felt extremely guilty. He had acted impulsively. How could he have done such a thing?

He turned around, waved his hand to cover Bing Nandong's body with the blanket, and then turned off the light. He was too embarrassed to pull Bing Nandong's pants back up.

How embarrassing! My toes are digging into the ground. AI can't replace humans, because people sometimes act crazy.

Thinking this, Fan Zhiyi broke the silence first: "Um, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." Then, as if remembering something, Fan Zhiyi raised his voice and said, "Please don't take it to heart, it's all my fault, you can take your anger out on me!"

"Get out." In the pitch-black room, Bing Nandong's voice was barely audible, but because he was a cultivator, all of Fan Zhiyi's senses were heightened, so every word of Bing Nandong's voice and words entered his ears without missing a single one.

Fan Zhiyi realized he had gone too far, so he silently retreated to the door. But before leaving, he added, "I'm really sorry. Please get some rest and don't do anything rash!"

"Get out!" This time the voice was much stronger.

Fan Zhiyi decided not to stay any longer and provoke Bing Nandong, and closed the door.

As soon as he stepped out, Bing Nandong's room was surrounded by spiritual energy. Although this barrier was easy for Fan Zhiyi to break, he knew that Bing Nandong was very sad, so sad that he became withdrawn. Therefore, he let him be and simply sat on the porch chair outside Bing Nandong's room, keeping a close eye on his movements, lest Bing Nandong really act impulsively in a moment of anger, and Fan Zhiyi would really spend the rest of his life in self-blame.

Fan Zhiyi sighed. Cen Jun peeked out from behind the wall and looked at him. Fan Zhiyi didn't look up and called out, "Come here."

Cen Jun knew these words were directed at him, so he rushed over hurriedly, his face full of worry: "Master, I didn't mean to hide here and peek, I just..."

"I know you're worried about your senior brother. There are classes tomorrow, so go and rest. I'll stay here and keep an eye on things."

"Master, may I stay and stay with you?" Cen Jun asked cautiously.

Fan Zhiyi thought about it and figured that Cen Jun wouldn't be able to sleep alone anyway, so he simply agreed.

The two frustrated individuals sat together on the veranda bench, watching the snow fall. For a moment, neither spoke, only the sound of the snow falling steadily grew louder, until soon the courtyard was covered with a thick layer. If the snow continued this heavy overnight, it would likely submerge all three steps leading to the veranda by tomorrow morning, leaving one's feet sinking into the solid snow.

Fan Zhiyi was getting bored and didn't dare to sleep, so he stared blankly at the plum tree in the yard or played with his fingers.

Suddenly, Cen Jun stood up, startling Fan Zhiyi. When he looked up, he saw that Cen Jun had run into the snow and was squatting on the ground, doing something.

Fan Zhiyi looked at him curiously. Not long after, Cen Jun ran up to Fan Zhiyi with one or two snowballs and held them up: "This snowman is for Master. Please don't be angry with Senior Brother, okay?"

Fan Zhiyi reached out and took it. The snowman was very crudely made and felt cold to the touch, which immediately sobered Fan Zhiyi up.

He saw that Cen Jun's hands were red from the cold, so he reached out and placed his hand over Cen Jun's palm, using his spiritual power to warm them: "Aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold, thankfully the snowman didn't melt." Cen Jun said with a grin, "Since Master accepted the snowman, it means he agreed."