I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi ignored him; this little rascal's temper was unpredictable. So he went to tidy up the things on the table. Just as he reached out to pick up Bing Nandong's bowl of noodles, Bing Nandong grabbed his wrist: "Has the Immortal Venerable ever suffered from amnesia before?"

"Lost...lost what memory?" It's not like some melodramatic love story is unfolding. Fan Zhiyi was confused. "Let go first. After you're done, I need to go and make you some medicine."

Bing Nandong released his grip, turned his head and asked, "When did you arrive at Tianyun Sect, Immortal Venerable?"

"I don't know, but it's been recently." Bai Bai hadn't given him a definite answer when she introduced herself, so this answer wasn't wrong.

Bing Nandong stopped talking and just sat there quietly, as if he didn't exist.

Fan Zhiyi quickly tidied up the kitchen and then prepared the medicine for Bingnan.

Yesterday, Cen Jun moved the medicine stove outside the kitchen. As soon as Fan Zhiyi came out of the kitchen, Bing Nandong got up and followed him. He didn't get close, but just leaned against the kitchen door and watched him.

Fan Zhiyi rummaged through the basket, took out the medicine packet for the day, opened it, and put it into the medicine stove. "By the way, a young boy will be coming to deliver something later. If I can't get away, you can have him leave it at the door." Anyway, there are only the three of them on this mountain, so it doesn't matter. Fan Zhiyi doesn't need to worry about anyone stealing it or doing anything shady.

Bing Nandong ignored him, but Fan Zhiyi knew that Bing Nandong had overheard him. As for decocting medicine, he had only learned it yesterday after studying with Cen Jun for a while, and today he was forced to put it into practice.

Just as Fan Zhiyi was fanning the fire with all his might, Bing Nandong suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a chill: "Immortal Venerable, are you pitying me?"

"What?" Fan Zhiyi choked on the cigarette ash and turned to look at Bing Nandong.

Bing Nandong smiled and said, "Do you pity me?"

Good question. How could Fan Zhiyi not feel any sympathy for Bing Nandong's plight? However, his sixth sense told him that Bing Nandong was definitely not asking him this question to get a definite answer. After all, his thoughts could not be guessed according to the thinking of ordinary people.

“I’m not sympathizing with you; I’m just fulfilling my duty as a mentor,” Fan Zhiyi said, choosing a more tactful approach.

“Liar,” Bing Nandong muttered, then suddenly laughed, “Does the Immortal Venerable know a story?”

"what story?"

“Someone possessed another person’s body. He explained to those around him that his inconsistent words and actions were due to amnesia. Later, he disappeared for a while, and when he returned, he seemed to have forgotten everyone, this time without even offering an explanation.” Bing Nandong paused. “That’s the end of the story. Does it sound familiar, Immortal Venerable?”

Fan Zhiyi thought that Bing Nandong might have seen him in this body before and was telling him that he suspected he had been possessed. But wait, Bai Bai had said that this identity did not exist in the original novel, and that this character was arranged to be in Tianyun Sect before he transmigrated in, so that it would be easier for him to move around. During that time, Bing Nandong should still be recuperating in Tianyun Sect without leaving the sect.

Fan Zhiyi stood up. It was better to make some things clear sooner rather than later, so as not to keep them bottled up and cause trouble between them: "Bing Nandong, ever since that day we left the clinic, you've been testing me. If you want to know anything, just ask me directly."

"If I ask the Immortal Venerable, will he definitely tell me the truth?"

"Not necessarily." Fan Zhiyi waved his hand. "Everyone has secrets. Like you, there are some things you can't say, but I've never forced you to say them, have I? As for what you're talking about, amnesia and all that, my memory is very complete. I have never had amnesia. I don't know what you're trying to ask or if you've mistaken me for someone else, but I have never seen you before."

Thinking about it carefully, Bing Nandong's strange behavior started after he heard the random name he had given him at the clinic. Given the relationship between Cen Jun's brother and Bing Nandong, could Bing Nandong suspect that he has some kind of relationship with Cen Jun's brother? Ugh, this is complicated. Cen Jun's brother is really something. Just who is he?

After listening to Fan Zhiyi's words, Bing Nandong's face showed no joy or sorrow. He just stood there silently, like a lost soul, and he was dressed in all white. If he appeared at the door like this late at night, Fan Zhiyi would probably be scared to death.

He then advised, "When it comes to being a person, you should be more open and honest, and avoid being cunning and manipulative. Sincerity is the ultimate weapon... Sigh!"

Bing Nandong turned and left, leaving Fan Zhiyi completely bewildered. He could only shake his head helplessly.

The boy arrived just as the medicine was being decocted. Fan Zhiyi accepted the gifts, finished decocting the medicine, and took it to Bing Nandong. He found Bing Nandong sitting on a bench on the veranda outside the house, and he seemed to particularly like that place.

"You took your medicine."

Bing Nandong took the bowl and, without batting an eye, downed the bitter medicine in one gulp. He then handed the bowl to Fan Zhiyi, who respected him as a true man: "Let's go inside. I'll change your eye dressing, apply the wound ointment, and do today's counseling as well."

Bing Nandong listened to him, but every time Fan Zhiyi saw the injuries on his body, he felt distressed and even slowed his breathing. Naturally, he became more fond of Bing Nandong's infuriating behavior and words, and felt that it wasn't the person who was annoying.

Afterwards, Fan Zhiyi let out a long breath and stretched his arms. In just a few days, he could feel that Bing Nandong's condition had improved a lot. The stagnant spiritual energy was circulating steadily and had begun to absorb those spiritual energy clusters on its own.

If it works, that's good. If it works, all the hard work is worth it.

Bing Nandong lowered his head, his wisps of hair obscuring most of his face: "Are you leaving?" Bing Nandong's voice was calm, "Actually, there's no need for all that trouble. I can take the medicine and apply the ointment myself, it's not necessary..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bing Nandong felt something being stuffed into his mouth. He frowned and heard Fan Zhiyi say, "Candied fruit, sweet." He had specifically sent a telepathic message to the boy yesterday, reminding him to bring some. This was the first time Fan Zhiyi had used the telepathic spell, and he wasn't sure if his thought-based method would work, but at least it was successful.

Fan Zhiyi popped one into his own mouth, then wrapped up the rest of the candied fruit and placed them in front of Bing Nandong: "If you feel a bitter taste in your mouth after taking medicine, just take one and eat it. If you like it, I'll bring you some more next time."

"do not like."

Awkward and arrogant! Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, "If you don't like me, just say so already." He continued, "As for what you said, I'll apply the medicine to the parts of your back you can't reach. You can apply it yourself for the rest of the body. I'll change the eye drops every day, and I'll bring you your oral medication daily." After all, the doctor had warned of Bing Nandong's previous experience, and Fan Zhiyi was worried that if no one was watching him, he might do something rash and injure his eyes again, which would be a waste of all the effort. "Don't worry about anything else, and don't think too much about it. What you need to do now is focus on healing. We'll talk about everything else after you're fully recovered."

"After the injury heals..." Bing Nandong touched his eyes, then replied, "Okay."