I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong tried to rebel again: "I can also tell fortunes, and I can also sell talismans."

“You’re stealing business from others here; that’s not ethical at all,” Fan Zhiyi retorted.

Although he was socially awkward, his long career had made him less so, at least when it came to making money, Fan Zhiyi was still very hardworking. If you're going to pretend, pretend to be serious, especially since he wasn't Fan Zhiyi anymore; he was a weak and pitiful young widow. He was helped to kneel down by Cen Jun and placed the sign in front of him: "The plan has changed, Cen Jun, you can just cry with me later."

Fan Zhiyi paused for a moment, thought through all his sad thoughts, opened his mouth, but before he could even cry out, he heard Cen Jun next to him burst into tears, which startled Fan Zhiyi.

No, the lead actor, is he really that good at acting?

Cen Jun sobbed, her cries so heartbreaking that they brought tears to the eyes of all who heard them; her sobs were truly genuine.

Fan Zhiyi felt he couldn't fall behind, so he covered his face and started crying: "My Daoist partner was brutally murdered, leaving me and my poor, deaf younger brother all alone... I beg kind people to help me gather enough spirit stones to take my brother home." Fan Zhiyi hummed a few softly, unable to cry, and even wanted to laugh. He cursed himself inwardly for being so unprofessional.

Bing Nandong's face darkened. He took a few deep breaths and moved a few steps to the side.

The commotion caused by Fan Zhiyi and his group really attracted a lot of attention. Mainly, Fan Zhiyi, Cen Jun, and Bing Nandong were all good-looking, and Cen Jun was crying so miserably, Fan Zhiyi was wailing so loudly, and Bing Nandong... had a tense face. This combination was really eye-catching.

A young girl walked up to Bing Nandong, looked at the badge on his chest, greeted her friends, and then each of them slipped a spirit stone into Bing Nandong's hand, comforting him that it didn't matter that he couldn't see. Fan Zhiyi listened from the side and sighed that girls were truly angels.

Some male cultivators also came over, sighed as they looked at Bing Nandong, gave him a spirit stone, and hugged him: "Brother, although I'm not doing well either, that's life, you must persevere!" They then patted him on the back.

Bing Nandong: "..." His silence was deafening.

Just then, a loud shout came from the crowd: "It really is you!" The shout was directed at Bing Nandong and was so loud that everyone looked over.

Fan Zhiyi heard Cen Jun's voice tremble with surprise as he asked, "Young Master Zhuang, what brings you here?"

"Cen Jun, what are you doing?" It was another person's voice.

“I…I…” Cen Jun stammered.

The scene became somewhat chaotic, but Fan Zhiyi, being the kind person he was, had to play his part perfectly. He weakly wiped away his tears and said, "Thank you all, kind people. I think I just ran into a friend. Farewell." He was about to slip away when he gestured for Cen Jun to pack up the spirit stones and equipment and support him. Then he chased after Bing Nandong, who was already running away in a fit of rage, calling out, "Wait, wait a minute!"

Bing Nan ran incredibly fast, even leaping over multiple rooftops with a single light-footed movement.

Fan Zhiyi sighed and stopped, then heard the loud-voiced man next to him shout, "Cen Jun, He An, wasn't that him just now? It's definitely him! I'd recognize him even if he were ashes!"

Cen Jun was somewhat worried: "Master, Senior Brother, he..."

"I'll go find him," Fan Zhiyi said. "Go find a teahouse nearby and sit for a while. I'll come back to find you after I find your senior brother." Fan Zhiyi tore off the white cloth covering his eyes and flew off following the route Bing Nandong had taken.

Bing Nandong was incredibly fast; he disappeared in no time. However, it was incredibly convenient for Fan Zhiyi to find him with a thought. He followed the red dot in his mind until they reached an empty alley. Fan Zhiyi landed on the roof and was searching for Bing Nandong when he heard his voice behind him: "I'm here."

Bing Nandong stood in a small corner, and Fan Zhiyi felt that he was about to become withdrawn.

"Um... are you alright?" Fan Zhiyi asked.

"It couldn't be better." Bing Nandong almost gritted his teeth.

"You can't run around like this in the future, you know? It's a lot of trouble to find someone. Even I'm not worried, why are you?" Fan Zhiyi lectured. If it weren't for his system cheat, finding Bing Nandong would have taken a lot of effort.

Bing Nandong looked up at him and said, "I don't plan to run away. I'll come back on my own later."

Fan Zhiyi was momentarily speechless, taken aback by his words: "Anyway, no means no. You're a grown man, don't be willful. By the way, who are they? Why did you run away as soon as you saw them?" Fan Zhiyi recalled the tone of the two men from earlier and guessed, "Enemies?"

Oh no, he left Cen Jun alone there. Will something happen to the protagonist?

“Not really,” Bing Nandong said. “I don’t want to see them.”

“Alright, then let’s not meet them.” Fan Zhiyi respected Bing Nandong’s idea, since he didn’t know those two people anyway. “Let’s pick up Cen Jun first and then continue our journey.”

Bing Nandong glanced at him, his eyes filled with sorrow, which, combined with his messy hair and lip color, made him look pitiful: "I don't want to do this... this kind of thing anymore." He raised the sign he was holding and then crushed it in front of Fan Zhiyi to show his determination.

"Alright, alright," Fan Zhiyi coaxed. "We've wronged Nan Dong today. Next time, let's do it this way. We'll change the excuse. You can just lie there covered with a white sheet from head to toe. You don't have to show your face in public."

Bing Nan Dong frowned: "...Why are you so fixated on this?"

"Because you can chat with cute girls and earn spirit stones quickly."

Bing Nandong: "..." He threw the few spirit stones in his pocket into Fan Zhiyi's arms and left, seething with anger.

Why are you angry again? Fan Zhiyi shook his head, truly unable to understand Bing Nandong, and immediately chased after him: "I am not an evil capitalist. You can keep these spirit stones you earned."

"No, you can have it all."

……

When Fan Zhiyi took Bing Nandong back, they heard someone calling him from above while they were still on the street: "Senior brother, Master, I'm here!" He looked up and saw Cen Jun in a private room on the second floor, leaning halfway out and waving frantically at them. Fan Zhiyi raised his hand and waved casually to indicate that he knew.

The next second, he saw Cen Jun being pushed aside, and in the blink of an eye, a baby-faced young man dressed in gold and silver squeezed in, frowning and pointing at them: "Bing..." He had a very loud voice, but before he could finish a word, another young man behind him quickly covered his mouth. Fan Zhiyi saw him smile apologetically at him, and then pull the exasperated baby-faced young man away from the window.

Fan Zhiyi guessed that these must be the two people from earlier.