I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Then Zhuang Yujing started telling Fan Zhiyi how great Fan Zhiyi was, although most of it was nonsense. Fan Zhiyi felt that Zhuang Yujing was just making things up when he couldn't say it. Then he started going on and on about how good the relationship was between Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi. He kept calling Fan Zhiyi "Fan Zhiyi" so much that Fan Zhiyi felt speechless. He could only accept that it was because their names were the same.

Just as he was forced to listen to Zhuang Yujing's rambling, Fan Zhiyi glanced around and saw that Bing Nandong had returned. He immediately stood up as if he had seen a savior. Zhuang Yujing started baring her teeth and claws: "Don't run away, I haven't finished yet!"

"Okay, okay, I won't leave." Fan Zhiyi sat down again, waiting for Bing Nandong to come and sit back in his original seat.

Bing Nandong glanced at Zhuang Yujing: "Are you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk!" Zhuang Yujing stared resentfully at Bing Nandong, arms crossed and legs crossed. "Where's that guy surnamed Lin?"

"gone."

"Do you have any news about Fan Zhiyi? What did you talk about? Who did you take to see? Did they do anything to you?"

“Young Master Zhuang,” Bing Nandong poured himself a glass of wine, “you talk too much.”

Zhuang Yujing was furious upon hearing this: "Who am I doing this for? Do you know how much effort I've put into the two of you?"

"for example."

Bing Nandong drank a glass of wine, and his indifferent tone successfully angered Zhuang Yujing, who was already in a bad mood. Cen Jun stepped between them and anxiously asked, "Then, senior brother, is there any news about brother?"

“No,” Bing Nandong said. “They can’t find anyone either.”

Like a deflated balloon, Cen Jun once again wreaked havoc at the banquet, turning his grief and anger into a voracious appetite.

No one doubted what Bing Nandong said, because in their view, Bing Nandong should be just like them, or even more so, wanting to find Fan Zhiyi.

Zhuang Yujing clicked his tongue upon hearing this: "Then we've made a wasted trip." He glanced at Bing Nandong, "Let's have a drinking contest. This young master has a high alcohol tolerance; I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"

After a cup of tea.

"Drunk...drunk...drunk..." Zhuang Yujing sat obediently in the chair, clutching the wine jug, his eyes closing as if he were about to fall asleep. Then, he forced himself to look at Bing Nandong with a majestic air, "Drink!"

Bing Nandong remained calm. In reality, he hadn't drunk much; it was Zhuang Yujing who had been showing off his high alcohol tolerance while chugging by himself. Bing Nandong sighed and looked at He An: "Take your young master back to Jiuwanli tomorrow."

He An helped Zhuang Yujing up: "I only obey Young Master's orders. Besides, given Young Master's temperament, even if we take him back, he'll just run away again. It's better to help him do what he wants. I will protect Young Master and I will defend Jiuwanli to the death!"

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong simply smiled and said, "You guys from Jiuwanli are all equally brainless. I'll say what I need to say, whatever you want."

He An frowned, and was about to help Zhuang Yujing back to rest when Bing Nandong suddenly said again, "Protect him well."

The voice was so soft that He An thought he was hallucinating. He turned to look at Bing Nandong and said, "You too, if you're gone, the young master will be very sad."

"Nonsense!" Zhuang Yujing shouted, pointing upwards, "I'm not sad at all! With Bing Nandong gone, I'm the best in the world!"

"..." He An, who did not agree, silently withdrew Zhuang Yujing's hand.

Then Zhuang Yujing, with her drunken eyes, stared at Bing Nandong: "Bing Nandong, let me tell you, a man must be devoted to one person, you know? You already have Fan Zhiyi..." Zhuang Yujing sniffed, looking like she was about to cry, "How can you still be so ambiguous with other people..."

Bing Nandong: "..."

He was about to start cursing when Zhuang Yujing fainted after finishing her sentence.

He An, Bing Nandong: "..."

Cen Jun, who was still engrossed in eating, blinked and looked at the scene before finally asking, "What's wrong, Young Master Zhuang?"

He An: "I've taken the young master back to his room."

Bing Nandong had a headache, then he turned to Fan Zhiyi and said, "Master, Cen Jun, it's getting late, let's go and rest."

Cen Jun clapped his hands, ending the final battle, and patted his round belly. Being able to eat is a blessing; one should eat as much as one can when it's time to eat: "Alright, Senior Brother!"

Fan Zhiyi nodded silently twice, which made Bing Nandong look at him a few more times, wondering why he wasn't saying anything.

However, everything seemed normal, except that Fan Zhiyi hadn't said a word the whole way. Even Cen Jun noticed something was wrong and asked Bing Nandong, "Senior brother, what's wrong with Master?"

Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi, and Fan Zhiyi, noticing Bing Nandong looking at him, smiled at him in a friendly manner.

Bing Nandong: "...Maybe he's just tired."

Cen Jun's room was visited first, followed by Fan Zhiyi's. Bing Nandong opened the door for him, watched Fan Zhiyi enter, said "Goodnight," and then went back to his own room. But after taking only one step, he turned around and found Fan Zhiyi standing behind him again.

Bing Nandong tentatively asked, "Master?"

Fan Zhiyi kept smiling at him. When Bing Nandong took a step back, Fan Zhiyi took a step back. When Bing Nandong took two steps back, Fan Zhiyi took two steps forward.

Bing Nandong: "..."

Bing Nandong approached him, bent down slightly, and smelled a hint of alcohol: "Master, did you drink alcohol too?" There must have been a strong smell of alcohol at the banquet earlier, so Bing Nandong hadn't noticed it. Plus, Fan Zhiyi probably didn't drink that much, so he could only smell it when he got closer.

Fan Zhiyi nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Bing Nandong then asked, "How much did Master drink?"

Fan Zhiyi smiled and made a large circle with his arms.

Bing Nandong felt a throbbing pain in his forehead: "Is Master drunk?"

Fan Zhiyi smiled and nodded. Bing Nandong sighed. He had never seen the Immortal Venerable drink alcohol on the snow mountain, and he himself didn't drink much, so he hadn't prepared any hangover remedies. He wasn't comfortable asking the Lin family for hangover soup.

So he sent Fan Zhiyi back to his room and used his spiritual power to relieve his headache, so that he wouldn't have a headache when he woke up the next day.

Even after Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and his breathing became even, Bing Nandong did not leave immediately. Instead, he stared at him and thought of those two sentences again.

The body itself is not part of the world; its appearance is without season.

It didn't sound like anything nice. Bing Nandong couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Fan Zhiyi's face.

Warm and soft.

"Why?" Bing Nandong asked abruptly, but no one could answer his question.

Bing Nandong's expression revealed neither joy nor sorrow. His fingertips slid down, touching Fan Zhiyi's Adam's apple, and then he pinched Fan Zhiyi's neck, feeling the pulse beating strongly in his palm.

He held the immortal's life in his grasp.