I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong glanced at Lin Taiyin, then a drop of blood slid into the cup from his fingertips as spiritual energy flashed. Lin Taiyin then handed the cup back to him.

"What does this young master wish to know?" the woman asked.

"The reason," Bing Nandong said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Taiyin leaned against a pillar and glanced at Bing Nandong, a half-smile on his face: "Brother Bing, are you not interested in where he is, or..." Lin Taiyin paused, "...have you already found his whereabouts?"

"Where is he?" Bing Nandong curled the corners of his mouth. "Do I have to explain everything in detail? If so, give me back my essence blood."

Upon hearing this, the girl inside chuckled softly, "Of course not, please wait a moment, young master."

The girl disappeared behind the curtain, and when she reappeared, she handed over a piece of paper. This time, before Lin Taiyin could hand it over, Bing Nandong waved his hand, and the paper flew directly into his hand.

Bing Nandong could still vaguely make out the words on it: "The body is not of this world, but when seen, there is no season."

But his expression remained unchanged as he asked, "What is written?"

The woman shook her head, her breathing much weaker than before: "I cannot say. Let's wait until your eyes are better, young master, and we must not let others know. This is all I can deduce. This theory cannot be explained, nor can it be explored further, because it is blocked by the Heavenly Dao."

"The Way of Heaven?" Bing Nandong frowned.

From the moment he first met Fan Zhiyi, he appeared inexplicably in Fan Zhiyi's body, shrouded in mystery. Bing Nandong didn't investigate because he always believed these things wouldn't be an obstacle between them; if anything, Fan Zhiyi himself would tell him.

His body was not part of the world, his body was not part of the world… Fan Zhiyi's body was not in the cultivation world, but in another world! So, was this body his own? And what did the following sentence mean?

However, no matter what, Bing Nandong felt that his guess was too shocking, since the other world only existed in legends.

He crumpled the paper into a ball and held it in his hand: "So, what do I need to do?"

The woman coughed lightly a few times: "Young master will find out later."

Bing Nandong didn't say anything, but as he left, he tossed down a bottle of pills. Lin Taiyin caught it and teased, "Do you need me to escort Senior Brother Bing back?"

"..." Bing Nandong had already walked away.

Lin Taiyin's eyes darkened: "She's not someone to be fooled." He then closed the door before opening the curtain and seeing the woman's bloodless face, he immediately stepped forward, "Sister, what happened to you?"

The woman Lin Taiyin called "elder sister" had the exact same face as Lin Taiyin, but unfortunately, she was bloodless, with dark circles under her eyes and a sickly look in her eyes. She was very thin, and it seemed that even holding up the hairpin in her hair required a lot of effort. If you were to distinguish her, it would be quite easy. Lin Taiyin had an alluring and seductive air about her, while Lin Juewan was reserved, as if no one could detect her presence unless she spoke.

People only know that the main branch of the Lin family has only one son, Lin Taiyin, but they don't know that he has a twin sister who has been hidden away by the head of the family.

Lin Juewan patted her younger brother's hand reassuringly, indicating that she was alright, but she couldn't help vomiting blood, which she couldn't stop. Lin Taiyin could only worry helplessly, wiping the blood with his hand. There was nothing else he could do, because this was a common occurrence for her. Every time she performed a divination, Lin Juewan would end up like this; peeking into the destiny of heaven always came at a price. She had the talent, but unfortunately, her constitution couldn't withstand this power. The patriarch didn't care about such things; he only valued worth. Those without value didn't deserve to live in the Lin family.

Lin Taiyin remembered the medicine Bing Nandong had given him. He quickly uncorked the pill, sniffed it, and found it to be non-toxic. He then took out one and gave it to Lin Juewan. Lin Juewan, who had been studying medicine for many years, immediately recognized it as a superior elixir for nourishing qi and strengthening the body. However, it was useless to her, since she was burning her lifespan and fortune. Just to avoid worrying her younger brother, she silently accepted it and ate it. After meditating for a while, she suppressed her discomfort and forced a smile: "Much better."

"Sister, this reaction is much stronger than before."

"Heaven did not want us to explore this question, so it used some other methods."

"If only I had known this would happen..."

“We have to do it this way too.” Lin Juewan glanced at her younger brother and said, “He’s very smart. If he tries to deceive us with a fake explanation, we might never have a chance to cooperate again. We can’t beat him in a fight, and we can’t fool him. So we can only sacrifice something to gain his trust. But I’m a little surprised that this essence blood came so easily. What do you think is the reason he’s asking for?”

Lin Taiyin channeled spiritual energy into Lin Juewan to regulate and dissolve the pill, allowing it to function better: "Regardless of the reason, the goal has been achieved."

“Ah Yin, you seem quite satisfied with him.”

Lin Taiyin laughed: "Yes, I was thinking that if we had to get married, he would be much better than the men the family head chose for my sister, but unfortunately he has never agreed." At the end of her sentence, Lin Taiyin's tone became somewhat ruthless.

"It's alright, I only need you." Lin Juewan leaned her head against Lin Taiyin, looking very tired. "It's just that there are spies everywhere outside. If you bring him to see me, the head of the family will probably punish you again."

“I have a way to deal with this. Besides, the head of the family originally favored Bing Nan Dong, didn’t he? Sister, rest well. I’m here to protect you.”

***

Bing Nandong walked back the way he came alone. He had a good memory and could basically remember the route after walking it once.

He could hear Zhuang Yujing's voice from afar at the banquet. As he walked over, he discreetly crumpled the paper ball in his hand into pieces. Because of the wide sleeves, this action was hidden beneath them, so even if he was being watched, no one would notice.

When faced with Zhuang Yujing's question at the table, Fan Zhiyi thought for a moment and replied, "It's fine."

To everyone's surprise, Zhuang Yujing's expression changed, revealing a hint of anger. She was almost ready to pounce on Fan Zhiyi from across the table and pinch him: "What's so good about him? What's so good about him? Is it the kind of good that makes you want to be with him forever?"

"What, what, what's wrong?" Fan Zhiyi was so startled that he leaned back, looking at Zhuang Yujing's slightly flushed cheeks, wondering if the person was drunk.

He An held Zhuang Yujing tightly around the waist: "Young Master, Young Master, let's go back to our room and rest!"

Cen Jun also held a chicken leg and stood protectively in front of Fan Zhiyi: "Young Master Zhuang, although you have been kind to us, if you continue to disrespect our master, I will not be polite!"

Then Fan Zhiyi saw Zhuang Yujing become aggrieved, her eyes red-rimmed, and she yelled at Fan Zhiyi, "Do you know that Bing Nandong has a Daoist partner?"

Fan Zhiyi was taken aback by the question, then nodded: "I know, Brother Cen Jun."