I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Asking him if he's willing to tell is one thing, but if new troubles arise later, that's another matter entirely.

Fan Zhiyi said, "I have a compelling reason not to ask anyone else, so I can only ask Young Master Zhuang." He then asked Cen Jun, whose abstract answer and portrait Cen Jun had given him last time were simply appalling.

Since that's the case, Zhuang Yujing, seeing that Fan Zhiyi didn't seem to be lying, thought for a moment and then focused on the key points: "After meeting him at the Xue residence, Fan Zhiyi's personality did change somewhat. Before that, he had tried to kill Bing Nandong many times. How should I put it? He used to be rather aloof, gloomy, and extremely scheming. But when we met him again at the Xue residence, we found that he had become a fool—not really a fool, just... a bit silly. He no longer had any intention of killing Bing Nandong and seemed more sincere. That's why I and He An later considered him a friend. Moreover, he even sacrificed himself to lure away the female ghost to save someone. That's about it; I can't think of anything else."

"Thank you." These clues are about enough.

Their personalities have changed drastically, as if they were two completely different people. Based on these clues, Fan Zhiyi had read several novels that followed this pattern. The people who underwent this change were either possessed by a soul or suffered amnesia... Did "Fan Zhiyi" ever suffer from amnesia? He remembered that Bing Nandong was very concerned about whether he had suffered from amnesia and even tried to test him in various ways.

"I won't pry into your relationship with Bing Nandong, but you should know, Immortal Venerable, that if nothing unexpected happened, Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi would have already tied the knot and become Daoist partners. Bing Nandong is stubborn and won't yield. He wouldn't have agreed to become Daoist partners if he didn't truly love her." Although he shouldn't have said these words, Zhuang Yujing still felt sorry for Fan Zhiyi. His life was hanging in the balance, while Bing Nandong was already... Every time he mentioned it, Zhuang Yujing wanted to beat Bing Nandong up to see what was going on in his head. Now he was even more silent than before, saying nothing and hiding everything.

"I know."

"However, Bing Nandong trusts you. After everything that has happened, I trust you too. Therefore, Bing Nandong's matter must be kept secret. I know that the ghost energy in the body is not easy to dispel, but I will find a way."

As soon as Fan Zhiyi finished speaking, the barrier at the door was broken. Bing Nandong had just pushed the door open when He An rushed in with someone looking anxious: "Young Master!"

He An asked Zhuang Yujing for instructions, and Zhuang Yujing said, "They are all trustworthy people, so speak."

"Young Master." The man knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face. "Jiuwanli was attacked last night, and the Master is injured. Young Master, please go back quickly, Jiuwanli needs you!"

"What?" Zhuang Yujing's expression changed drastically, and he rushed outside.

He An stopped him and interrogated the servant, asking, "How did you find us?"

"Master ordered me to search this area. I've been in the city for the past few days, and only this morning did I see someone who looked like the young master and Senior Brother He. But I lost them because of the crowd. I only just saw Senior Brother He again, and that's when I dared to recognize him. Young master, I have not uttered a single falsehood, or I will die a horrible death! Many of the people who came out with me to search for the young master have been killed. I have been hiding and hiding all this time to survive!"

He An nodded to Zhuang Yujing, indicating his trust: "Young Master, we..."

"Return to Jiuwanli immediately!" Zhuang Yujing said, then looked at Bing Nandong, "Tie him up and take him back with you."

“Zhuang Yujing, you should go back and deal with the matter at Jiuwanli first. I will come to find you later. Taking me back now will only make the situation more chaotic,” Bing Nandong calmly analyzed.

Zhuang Yujing remained silent, her hands clenched into fists, seemingly still hesitant.

At this moment, a voice transmission came from the Tianyun Sect leader to Fan Zhiyi, instructing him to take Bing Nandong back as soon as possible.

Although the words were spoken respectfully, Fan Zhiyi sensed a threat in them. In terms of fighting, Fan Zhiyi shouldn't be afraid of the Tianyun Sect, but they were certain that Bing Nandong had some kind of leverage over them, so they weren't afraid that Fan Zhiyi wouldn't take Bing Nandong back with him.

Bing Nandong then raised his voice and looked at He An: "Your young master is ignorant, but don't you understand either? Given the relationship between Tianyun Sect and Jiuwanli, if we go there, I'm afraid Jiuwanli will be in even more trouble. If anything happens, let us know."

Fan Zhiyi also advised, "Young Master Zhuang, you should go back quickly. I will protect Bing Nandong."

Zhuang Yujing finally looked at Bing Nandong: "It's a deal."

"Hmm." Upon hearing Bing Nandong's response, Zhuang Yujing made up his mind and set off with He An and the servant. Because of his leg injury, He An carried him on his back so as not to waste too much time.

"I hope everything goes well," Fan Zhiyi thought, glancing at Bing Nandong, who was still looking in the direction Zhuang Yujing had left, his expression serious.

Even though they often bickered, they were still worried in crucial moments. However, Fan Zhiyi had probably guessed Bing Nandong's thoughts: "You verbally agreed, but when Zhuang Yujing came looking for you, you didn't go with him. Is that a good idea?"

"We'll see when the time comes. Getting involved with me won't do any good."

Fan Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "Yes, you've said that many times, and I've thought about it carefully." Fan Zhiyi clicked his tongue, looking at his bandaged hand, "How about I expel you from the sect?"

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong immediately turned around and stared at Fan Zhiyi, then sneered, "Fine."

Clearly, she was 100% unwilling. Thank goodness. Fan Zhiyi was exasperated with this person's sharp tongue. Couldn't she just be honest? "Are you serious?"

Bing Nandong pursed his lips, then slammed the door shut, setting up a barrier: "Fake." His deep gaze fell on Fan Zhiyi, his eyes, now clear, exuding an even stronger aura than when he was blind, making Fan Zhiyi realize he was not easily fooled.

Fan Zhiyi asked him, "Master Jinwu said you were poisoned. Who poisoned you?"

"Doesn't Master already have the answer in his heart?" Bing Nandong sat back down beside Fan Zhiyi's bed.

"Tianyun Sect?" Fan Zhiyi lowered his gaze and thought for a moment, then added two more words, "Sect Leader?"

Bing Nandong acquiesced, but Fan Zhiyi couldn't understand why the sect leader would do such a thing to Bing Nandong.

Bing Nandong stared at him and said, "In order to control me, does Master still remember that I said I died once? The sect leader and the others know that I died and came back to life."

The prospect of being resurrected from the dead was incredibly tempting, which is why they forcibly kept Bing Nandong at Tianyun Sect, and perhaps even subjected him to all sorts of research. Just thinking about it sent chills down Fan Zhiyi's spine; Tianyun Sect was a den of dragons and tigers, a place he couldn't return to.

The deeper you delve into Bing Nandong's secrets, the more shocking and heartbreaking they become.