I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Now, with my calm eyes fixed on Fan Zhiyi, I felt there was no need to ask any more questions: "Then please remember what I said today, benefactor."

After speaking, Jinwu turned to look at Bing Nandong: "Since you have other things to do, I won't bother you any longer. As for the fees related to saving people, healing wounds, and prophecy, I will only charge half today. The rest can be put on your tab, Nandong. Remember to pay me back next time we meet, and don't try to get credit."

"Okay." Bing Nandong was somewhat speechless.

Fan Zhiyi was stunned. He hadn't expected that all of these were paid items. He watched helplessly as the spirit stones poured into Jin Wu's pocket without him even touching or warming them up.

I smiled and said "Amitabha" to them, then left with a detached and otherworldly air.

"That's a true master, able to bend and stretch," Fan Zhiyi exclaimed.

“You’re talking nonsense. Let’s go.” Bing Nandong said as he walked in front. “We’ll fly back on our swords.” He looked at Fan Zhiyi, but before he could finish speaking, Fan Zhiyi knew what he was going to say and immediately answered, “I will ride on the same sword as Cen Jun.”

"Okay." As soon as Cen Jun finished speaking, he instantly felt a chill run through his body, so cold that goosebumps rose on his skin. Help! Had he just sensed murderous intent?

The journey was unusually quiet. Bing Nandong was behind, while Cen Jun and Fan Zhiyi were in front. Fan Zhiyi felt as if a gaze was about to pierce through his back, but he stubbornly held back, keeping his hands behind his back and not looking back or down. He simply stared straight ahead, putting on an air of otherworldly elegance.

Cen Jun asked in a low voice, "Master, why do I feel that Senior Brother's gaze is a little scary?"

"It's just an illusion, an illusion. Cen Jun, you need to improve your sword-riding skills." It's far inferior to Bing Nan Dong's. At least be a little more steady and don't sway like that. Fan Zhiyi felt like he was going to get dizzy from the sword.

"I'm sorry, Master, I will try my best!"

Damn, they're flying even higher than they came! Fan Zhiyi was trembling with fear; his legs were weak when he landed. They didn't rest for long, shortening their journey, and arrived at Tianyun Gate in two days.

Having just entered Tianyun Sect and before even reaching the snow mountain, Fan Zhiyi received another message from the sect leader, ordering him to go to the sect leader's main hall immediately. Fan Zhiyi sent a telepathic message to Bing Nandong, and the two exchanged a glance before Fan Zhiyi changed course and rode the wind away.

Bing Nandong stood on the sword, watching his back: "Cen Jun, if anyone asks you about the village or needs to report, just focus on the parts related to your mission. As for those speculations involving the Lin family, don't reveal them."

"Yes, senior brother."

"Let's go back and wait for our master."

Unfortunately, when they reached the foot of the snow-capped mountain, they encountered an uninvited guest—Lu Changfu.

Bing Nandong leaped down from his sword, his robes billowing. He landed lightly with a light touch on his toes, his hair swaying in the wind, and his gaze met Lu Changfu's from head to toe.

Lu Changfu maintained a smile on his handsome face. He was now dressed in the robes of a high-ranking disciple, his hair neatly combed with a crown: "Congratulations, Nan Dong, your eyesight has been restored."

Bing Nandong just stared at him coldly without saying a word.

Lu Changfu didn't mind at all. Instead, he looked at Cen Jun, who was standing behind him with a wary expression, as if he couldn't see Cen Jun's hostility: "Junior Brother Cen, you should go back first. The sect leader has something to discuss with Nan Dong."

“Senior brother…” Cen Jun frowned and wanted to refuse on his behalf, but Bing Nandong stopped him with a gesture. “Cen Jun, go back and stay there. If you need anything, just send a message to me or Master.”

Cen Jun disagreed with Bing Nandong's statement. Since it was already clear that the Tianyun Sect, led by its leader, intended to harm his senior brother, why did his senior brother still go to the appointment alone? "I'll go with my senior brother!"

“Junior Brother Cen, the sect leader instructed that only Senior Brother should go.” Lu Changfu looked at Cen Jun, his eyes seemingly concealing some kind of hint and threat.

Cen Jun understood his gaze, and even though she was unwilling, she still cupped her hands and said, "Yes."

Bing Nandong glanced at Cen Jun: "I'll be fine, don't worry."

“…” Cen Jun remained silent, his expression complex.

Without waiting any longer, Bing Nandong followed Lu Changfu away.

Crossing the snow-capped mountains and witnessing the melting of ice and snow felt like experiencing all four seasons.

Bing Nandong and Lu Changfu remained silent until finally Lu Changfu spoke first: "Are your injuries better?"

"Ah."

"How has the Immortal Venerable treated you?"

"Ah."

Lu Changfu chuckled softly: "I thought you wouldn't pay attention to me, Nan Dong. You seem to have regained your vitality. Is it because of the Immortal Venerable? I've thought about it for a long time, and I still feel that the Immortal Venerable is somewhat..."

Bing Nandong stopped: "Lu Changfu, our relationship is probably not good enough for us to have a calm conversation."

"Ten years ago, wasn't this how we got along?" Lu Changfu didn't stop to wait for him, but continued walking on his own. "I don't feel that anything has changed."

After a moment of silence between the two, Lu Changfu said, "By the way, the sect leader already knows some of the commotion on the Lin family's side. He will find out everything sooner or later. If he asks, Nan Dong, don't hide anything, or you will be the one who suffers."

Bing Nandong's eyes darkened as he looked at the figure ahead. He and Lu Changfu had been side by side since childhood, and Lu Changfu had always seemed to care for him in every way, so he had reciprocated with the same sincerity. But it was all a lie. He could only say that he was simply outmatched and had fallen into a trap.

Bing Nandong followed behind Lu Changfu, keeping a distance. Lu Changfu, however, was completely unguarded, exposing his vulnerable back to him, seemingly unconcerned about a possible attack from behind. It was as if they were still bosom friends who could risk their lives for each other. But Lu Changfu was right about one thing: Bing Nandong would never stoop to such a despicable act as murder from behind.

"I told you before that I found it very boring, Nan Dong, do you remember?"

"Lu Changfu, I don't want to reminisce with you." Bing Nandong's tone was extremely cold.

Lu Changfu wasn't annoyed. He continued, "I feel the same way now. Cultivation is boring, Tianyun Sect is boring, the cultivation world is boring. It's meaningless to do anything. However, the books say blood is thicker than water. My mother died early and I was told to protect my father. My father is weak, so I have to fulfill my duty and protect him until the day he dies." He said this, but Lu Changfu's emotions didn't fluctuate at all. He still used the same gentle expression and tone as usual.

Why are you telling me all this?

Lu Changfu looked at him and said, "I said it as soon as I thought of it. Besides, haven't these things always been said to you? You said that these things cannot be said to other people."

Bing Nandong clenched his fist, and the veins on the back of his hand were very prominent due to the force of his clench.

Bing Nandong tried his best to remain calm: "Where is Fan Zhiyi's body?"

"Isn't Fan Zhiyi alive and well? The sect leader and the young master have already explained everything to you."

Bing Nandong sneered, realizing he had truly made a foolish mistake. Why waste any more time with Lu Changfu? "Go on your sword journey. Don't keep the sect leader waiting."

Lu Changfu finally stopped, turned around and looked at him, his eyes deep: "Are you sure you want to go to the sect leader's hall as soon as possible?"

"..."

"Don't regret it, Nan Dong."