I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi felt that hand was touching his face, which was strange, so he reached out to brush it away, but was instead pulled into Bing Nandong's arms.

Bing Nandong avoided his injury and gently hugged him, saying, "Master, please consider this my way of expressing my gratitude to you."

Who expresses gratitude by hugging like this? Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but complain in his heart, but in the end he gave up and didn't push the person away.

One second, two seconds... one minute, two minutes... Fan Zhiyi felt a little numb. He was sitting sideways on the bed, his waist twisted and his legs bent, which was very uncomfortable. So he pointed at Bing Nandong: "Um, can you let go now?"

Bing Nan pretended not to hear.

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

Then Fan Zhiyi felt something pressing on the wound on his neck, even through the gauze. He instantly got goosebumps all over his body. He thought Bing Nandong was about to have another attack and suck his blood. He couldn't care less about anything else and shouted, pushing the other person away and retreating to the corner, shrinking into a ball: "You...you...you're not thinking straight again?"

"No, I'm perfectly lucid." Bing Nandong admired Fan Zhiyi's flustered and panicked expression. "With Master's neck so tightly bandaged, can you still feel your disciple kissing you?"

"Are you...you're a pervert?"

"Pervert? I don't think I am." Bing Nandong smiled.

Fan Zhiyi was at his wit's end. He swore he wouldn't sympathize with this bastard in the slightest. The man didn't look sad at all; he was clearly overjoyed.

"Master, what happened between you and Senior Brother again?" Cen Jun knocked on the door, his voice sounding anxious. "Master, please remove the barrier at the door and let me in!"

Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong, wary of what he might do in a fit of madness again. Bing Nandong moved away from the bedside and opened the door. Cen Jun rushed in, seeing the pitiful Fan Zhiyi huddled in the corner and the seemingly harmless Bing Nandong: "Senior brother, Master..."

Bing Nandong looked at the clear soup wontons on the tray Cen Jun was carrying: "Is this for Master?"

"Ah, right, I'll go and bring it up right away, Senior Brother's."

After Bing Nandong took it, Cen Jun ran downstairs again, huffing and puffing. Bing Nandong then closed the door and stirred the wontons in the bowl: "Master's hands are not convenient, so this disciple will feed Master."

This is a statement of fact; Fan Zhiyi had absolutely no other choice.

Bing Nandong walked over step by step: "Why is Master so far away? Is it... because you're afraid of your disciple?" Bing Nandong seemed a little hurt, but Fan Zhiyi was no longer buying his act. If he fell for it again, he'd be a dog!

"Well, then we'll just have to wait for Junior Brother to feed Master."

Bing Nandong placed the bowl of wontons on the table, then suddenly clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain. He stumbled and barely managed to grab the edge of the table to avoid falling. Some of the wonton soup spilled onto the table and splashed onto the back of Bing Nandong's hand, burning his skin and making it turn red and noticeable.

Without a second thought, Fan Zhiyi, forgetting even to put on his shoes, jumped off the bed and hurriedly helped him up: "Bing Nandong, how are you? Is the poison taking effect or is the ghost energy causing trouble again?"

Bing Nandong's pale lips, hidden by stray hairs, curved into a faint smile: "I don't know, I just suddenly feel very uncomfortable."

"I will transfer my spiritual power to you."

Bing Nandong grabbed Fan Zhiyi's hand and said, "No need, Master. I'll be fine on my own. If you'd like me to feed you wontons, I should be better soon."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Get lost! Stop pretending! Keep pretending!

Despite his thoughts, Fan Zhiyi sat down obediently with mixed feelings. He watched as Bing Nandong blew on the spoon before offering it to him. Somewhat annoyed, he blew on it again before finally eating one.

"You just pretended?"

"No, this disciple is really feeling unwell." Bing Nandong scooped up another one, "but I'm enduring it so as not to worry Master."

Fan Zhiyi truly couldn't tell whether Bing Nandong was telling the truth or lying: "If you feel unwell, just tell me. I have plenty of spiritual power."

"Master is truly amazing." Bing Nandong said in a calm tone, then placed a wonton against Fan Zhiyi's lips.

At this moment, Cen Jun returned: "Senior brother, let me feed Master. You should eat it while it's hot."

Bing Nandong refused to let go, staring at Fan Zhiyi, clearly displeased at being interrupted.

Fearing that Cen Jun might notice something amiss at this critical juncture, and adhering to the principle of avoiding trouble, Fan Zhiyi said, "Let's do as Cen Jun says."

The room fell silent for a few seconds. Cen Jun looked at his senior brother and master, who were frozen in place, with some confusion. He didn't dare to move either. Then Bing Nan Dong chuckled and said, "Master is afraid of getting burned." He then put down Fan Zhi Yi's bowl and pushed it in front of Cen Jun.

Fan Zhiyi silently finished a bowl of wontons, but he couldn't taste any flavor at all. The three of them sat together, and it was an awkward situation no matter how they ate.

Just then, Fan Zhiyi had something to say to them, which prevented him from digging his toes out of his pocket: "I received a message from Tianyun Sect earlier, saying that we should return as soon as possible." As he said this, Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong several times. He was afraid that Bing Nandong would be furious upon hearing the news about Tianyun Sect, after all, they had finally escaped from the den of demons. But strangely, Bing Nandong did not react at all, remaining frighteningly calm.

Cen Jun, who knew nothing, said, "The mission is complete, it's time to go back."

Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, wondering if Bing Nandong was plotting something or if he intended to tell Cen Jun about it.

After waiting for a while, Bing Nandong still just kept his eyes down, as if he was thinking or in a daze, as if the topic of conversation had nothing to do with him at all.

"Bing Nandong," Fan Zhiyi could only address him directly. "Go ahead and say it."

Bing Nandong looked up at Fan Zhiyi before saying to Cen Jun, "I've been poisoned."

"What?" Cen Jun was greatly shocked, his expression turning panicked in an instant. "What kind of poison? Was it administered by the Fusang God in the village? Has Master Jinwu examined it?"

"Cen Jun, calm down first," Fan Zhiyi reassured him. "Listen to what your senior brother has to say."

"He's from the Tianyun Sect's leadership," Bing Nandong said calmly. "He needs to take one antidote every month, otherwise he'll suffer a fate worse than death. Alright, I've finished speaking."

It seems that Bing Nandong doesn't intend to tell Cen Jun about the Ghost Gate or the other suffering he endured. Bing Nandong is not one to easily share his hardships with others.

Cen Jun's eyes widened, clearly incredulous at what Bing Nandong had said. The Tianyun Sect he remembered wasn't like this, and how could the sect leader... why would he do this to his senior brother... what about his brother?!

"Senior brother, what about the accident that happened between you and my brother? My brother..."

Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi, who pursed his lips. He didn't want to draw conclusions easily before he was completely sure: "Your brother's situation is still unclear."