I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi didn't quite understand Bing Nandong's meaning, so Zhuang Yujing said, "After receiving the message that the Immortal Venerable had captured the village chief, Bing Nandong and I rushed over and found that the Immortal Venerable had disappeared. So we interrogated the fake Fan Zhiyi and the village chief, but they didn't say anything useful. Basically, it was about what we've guessed. However, he also mentioned the man in black. We didn't know the man in black's origin, but he created the Fusang God for them." Zhuang Yujing paused, looking at Bing Nandong for some reason, "Then, we met a woman in a wheelchair who looked exactly like Lin Taiyin. The woman claimed to be from the Lin family and could control ghosts. Her target was Bing Nandong."

"Senior brother?" Cen Jun asked, puzzled. "Why? Senior brother and the Lin family shouldn't have any connection."

Zhuang Yujing became extremely irritated: "You should ask Bing Nandong about this; only he knows what happened!"

Bing Nandong, on the other hand, said indifferently, as if it were none of his business, "I don't know."

Everyone fell silent, and Zhuang Yujing could only continue, "Anyway, later the village chief grew branches from his throat and turned into a tree demon, and all the ghostly energy gathered at the place where we were at that time. As for what happened afterward, the Immortal Venerable has already spoken about it, so I won't repeat it. Judging from all the signs, this matter is definitely related to the Lin family. And the formation of the Yin-Yang boundary is related to the Ghost Gate. I guess... the Lin family wants to create a new Ghost Gate, just like the Xue residence that almost formed a Ghost Gate back then."

"You're overthinking it." Bing Nandong directly refuted Zhuang Yujing's deduction. "Everyone knows that when the Gate of Hell opens, ten thousand ghosts emerge from their lair, inevitably leading to widespread suffering. So why would the Lin family build the Gate of Hell?"

“That’s what I don’t understand either.” Zhuang Yujing frowned. “Does he intend to destroy the world?”

"Read less of those stories," Bing Nandong said. "The man in black might not actually be from the Lin family. He just wanted to take revenge on the village, so he created the Fusang God. The village, however, was in an unstable yin-yang boundary because too many people died and the villagers were too obsessed with the cause."

However, Zhuang Yujing was clearly not convinced and still firmly believed in his reasoning: "So many people died in that village, and such an evil thing was produced. How could the Lin family not know? Why did we encounter Lin Taiyin as soon as we arrived in the village?"

"The Lin family's jurisdiction is so vast that it's impossible for them to attend to everything. Meeting Lin Taiyin was just a coincidence."

"You..." Zhuang Yujing seemed to have thought of something, but for some reason she couldn't say it, and couldn't think of any other reason to refute it for a moment, "Listen to what you're saying, do you even believe it yourself?"

"Of course I believe you."

Bing Nandong's deduction was reasonable and well-founded, completely different from Zhuang Yujing's. However, Fan Zhiyi knew one detail: when he was looking at it from the perspective of the Fusang God, the man in black once gave the Fusang God a wisp of ghostly energy, and the woman who looked exactly like Lin Taiyin could also control ghosts. With so many strange things coming together, it would be too unconvincing to explain it as just a coincidence.

What exactly is Bing Nan Dong trying to hide from everyone?

Thinking this through, Fan Zhiyi said, "In short, regardless of whether the Lin family is related to the village's affairs or not, they are not simple people. It's best to avoid contact with them again."

This was a proper and respectful way of speaking, offending neither side.

Cen Jun sighed, his mind heavy with worry: "I had hoped to use this opportunity to ask the Lin family for help in finding my brother's whereabouts, but now it seems that's not going to work."

Upon hearing the word "brother," Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, he felt a sense of guilt, like he'd done something wrong.

He looked at Cen Jun and comforted him, "It's alright, there are countless methods, there are always others."

Cen Jun nodded obediently. Zhuang Yujing looked at Bing Nandong, pursed her lips, and still asked awkwardly, "What did Master Jinwu say about your body?"

At this point, Bing Nandong chuckled softly, as if remembering something: "The master said that as long as he and his master are together in the future..."

"Ahhh, mutual supervision, no, mutual supervision and diligent cultivation will surely lead to a speedy recovery!" Fan Zhiyi promptly interrupted Bing Nandong's wild words. Wasn't this person unconscious yesterday? At that time, only he and Jin Wu were in the room. Where did he hear about this person?

Zhuang Yujing gave the two of them a strange look, but didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she said to Cen Jun and He An, "Cen Jun, now that your master is awake, go downstairs and find a vendor to buy some breakfast. He An, go and get it for Cen Jun."

"it is good."

Zhuang Yujing's meaning couldn't be clearer. He sent the two away, and only after the door was closed and a soundproof barrier was set up did he finally vent his anger, which he had been holding back for half a day: "Bing Nandong, what exactly did Master Jinwu say? Don't think I don't know, I saw it all! That ghostly energy automatically entered your body, and that woman who looks just like Lin Taiyin said that you can also control ghosts, and that she would help you become the only Ghost Gate Master. What does that mean? Do you even know what you're doing? What will you do if the Tianyun Sect or the cultivation world finds out about these things? When you were at the Lin family, was the woman that Lin Taiyin took you to see?"

Fan Zhiyi felt his head buzzing as he listened to Zhuang Yujing's barrage of questions. Should he have gone out with Cen Jun and the others too? Perhaps he shouldn't have continued listening to this conversation? He was injured in the hand, not the leg; he could have easily gone out with them. Now that the gods were fighting, mortals suffered; Fan Zhiyi could only try to minimize his presence.

Bing Nandong, true to form, did not answer, so Zhuang Yujing looked at Fan Zhiyi and said, "Immortal Venerable, please speak."

They called him the Immortal Venerable, but their tone was anything but polite.

Fan Zhiyi finally understood why Zhuang Yujing hadn't sent him away, and he added, "This...this..." Let me think about how to make this up.

“Zhuang Yujing, the interests behind these things are very complicated. I can only tell you that it is indeed related to the Ghost Gate. Don’t guess anymore. Forget everything that happened. If you can, forget that you ever knew me.” Bing Nandong suddenly said solemnly, “I know very well what I am doing and I understand my situation. This is not your business. Go back to Jiuwanli.”

This attempt to separate Bing Nandong and Zhuang Yujing only made Zhuang Yujing angrier: "Do you think anyone cares about your petty squabbles? I only go into it because it's interesting!"

“Then go find something else interesting to do, instead of following me around all day doing nothing. Has your cultivation improved at all? You call yourself the young master of Jiuwanli, but what have you actually done for Jiuwanli?” Every word Bing Nandong uttered was like a knife to Zhuang Yujing’s heart, infuriating the young master.

"I...you...in the end, you just don't want me to investigate further, which proves one thing even more: the village and the previous events are all connected, and all related to the Ghost Gate! I must find out what secret you, Bing Nandong, have with the Ghost Gate! Not only that, I think Fan Zhiyi's disappearance is also related to the Ghost Gate." Zhuang Yujing stared intently at Bing Nandong, trying to find clues on his face. "Well, young master, am I right?"

Bing Nandong stared at him with her deep eyes for a long while, then chuckled, "You've become smarter, you know how to get information out of people, you've improved."