I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

What Fan Zhiyi didn't know was that after he left and went back to his room to cultivate, Bing Nandong calculated the time when Cen Jun would return from get out of class and waited for him at the foot of the mountain.

Upon seeing Bing Nandong, Cen Jun was naturally delighted and ran towards him, asking, "Senior Brother, why did you come down by yourself? Where is Master?"

"Cen Jun." This was the first time Bing Nandong had called Cen Jun by his name in so many days.

Cen Jun was stunned for a moment, then his expression became excited: "Senior Brother, you finally remembered me?"

Bing Nandong did not answer the question, but said, "I have something to ask you."

"Senior Brother, you said that as long as it's something I know, I will tell you everything without reservation!"

"How did Tianyun Sect explain my ten-year disappearance to the outside world?"

Although Cen Jun was puzzled by Bing Nandong's question, he answered honestly. After listening, Bing Nandong chuckled lightly without any emotion, then suddenly stopped smiling: "In these ten years, has Fan Zhiyi ever come to see you, even once?"

"Didn't you and Senior Brother disappear together? I've been searching for you all these years!" Upon hearing this, Cen Jun's sense of unease intensified. He desperately wanted an answer. "Senior Brother, what exactly happened back then? What happened between you and my brother? Please tell me!"

Bing Nandong turned her head slightly to look at him: "This is not something you should know. Remember, never call me Senior Brother again."

Cen Jun opened his mouth, but in the end he had nothing to say. He had asked his senior brother about his brother more than once, but each time he had returned empty-handed. But he really, really missed his brother. He had grown up and he could protect his brother and senior brother, even if it was just to hold off the enemy for a second or two when they were escaping.

Cen Jun clenched his fists, but there was nothing he could do.

"Cen Jun, how long ago was it that you were accepted as a disciple by the Immortal Venerable?"

"About ten days before Senior Brother arrived," Cen Jun replied, suppressing the bitterness and sorrow in his heart.

Bing Nandong's voice was very calm, without much emotional fluctuation, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking: "What does the Immortal Venerable look like? Do you know his preferences?"

"What does Master look like... a pair of eyes, a nose, and a mouth?" Cen Jun didn't quite understand why Bing Nan Dong would ask such a question, since Master's appearance was just like theirs.

"..."

Seemingly sensing that Bing Nandong was not satisfied with this answer, Cen Jun hurriedly added, "Master is naturally of celestial appearance. When I first met Master, I thought he was very aloof and difficult to get along with, but after talking to him for a few words, I found that Master is a very nice person and takes good care of me. He often comes to check on my cultivation." Cen Jun thought about her daily interactions with Fan Zhiyi, "Moreover, Master's biggest characteristic is that he likes to preach great principles. He always tells me to be single-minded in pursuing righteousness and not to have evil thoughts, and so on."

Bing Nandong sighed: "He looks somewhat like your brother?"

"Ah? Immortal Venerable and brother?" Cen Jun was a little embarrassed, pursed his lips and stammered, "I don't really remember what brother looks like anymore, but I'm sure Immortal Venerable and brother don't look alike, because brother doesn't have a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, while Master does. But Master does sometimes remind me a lot of brother, after all, they are both very, very good people."

There is cinnabar between his eyebrows.

Bing Nandong slowly sketched out the image of the Immortal Venerable in his mind, but could not find the answer: "What are your preferences?"

"I really don't know." Cen Jun was a little ashamed. In fact, most of the time he spent with Fan Zhiyi was when he practiced swordsmanship, and Fan Zhiyi would watch from the side and occasionally give some pointers. After Bing Nandong came, their way of getting along increased by reporting to each other on whether there was any new progress in their interactions with Bing Nandong that day.

Seeing that Bing Nandong didn't say anything more, Cen Jun suggested, "Senior brother, why don't you go and ask Master directly? He himself is definitely the one who knows his own situation best."

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong retraced his steps, saying, "Do not tell the Immortal Venerable what I have asked."

"Oh, okay." Cen Jun hurriedly followed, waving the food box in his hand. "Senior brother, wait for me! I brought some from the cafeteria today..."

The next day, Fan Zhiyi got up early again, just to make sure Cen Jun had breakfast before class. After all, although his cooking skills weren't very good, this was the first time he had cooked in this world. To ensure his fairness, he planned to cook a bowl of noodles for both of his apprentices. After today, Cen Jun could choose to eat in the cafeteria or stay here in the morning, as he pleased.

I discussed this matter with Cen Jun last night. Cen Jun gave me a lot of emotional support, expressing that he was really looking forward to Master's cooking. Bing Nan Dong was still the same as before, ignoring him. Fan Zhi Yi was used to it.

Just as both bowls of noodles were ready, Cen Jun poked his head out from outside the kitchen: "Master..."

"The noodles are ready, hurry up and eat before heading to school," Fan Zhiyi said, inexplicably feeling like he'd become a father. "Where's your senior brother?"

"Is Senior Brother still in his room? I'll go call him." Cen Jun was about to leave when he turned back to Fan Zhiyi and said solemnly, "Master, Senior Brother doesn't like being called Senior Brother. Let's not call him that in front of him anymore."

"I understand." Although he didn't understand what kind of emotional pain this form of address brought to Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi replied without asking any further questions. "Go on, go on, tell him to hurry up, the noodles are easy to clump together." He should cook an egg for them tomorrow.

Cen Jun disappeared in a flash, and when he came back, he was with Bing Nandong. Fan Zhiyi invited them to sit down: "Put the bowls down after you finish eating, and go do whatever you need to do." If Cen Jun hadn't been busy with class and Bing Nandong hadn't had bad eyesight, Fan Zhiyi would have originally wanted them to wash the dishes themselves after they finished eating.

Feeling that they might feel uncomfortable with him around, Fan Zhiyi tactfully made an excuse to leave the small kitchen and went for a stroll outside. As he strolled, he thought to himself that he was truly a master who cared about his apprentices. Masters who cared about their apprentices like him were hard to find these days. He then praised himself in his mind, which made him feel great. He hummed a little tune as he returned to the kitchen.

I thought the kitchen would be empty, with people leaving and returning, but I found Bing Nandong sitting there gloomily, motionless.

Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat when he saw that Cen Jun had only taken about a bite of the noodles on the table. Was it so bad that he couldn't swallow it? He glanced at Cen Jun's bowl, which was completely empty, not even the soup was left.

What's wrong with Bingnan Dong now?

Unable to figure it out himself, Fan Zhiyi asked, "Is the noodle not tasty or what?"

“It’s nothing,” Bing Nandong said coldly.