I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

As soon as they stepped outside, Fan Zhiyi took Bing Nandong and flew away. Only after they arrived at the snow mountain and landed steadily did he release Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong then held his hand, as if touching something fragile. Bing Nandong was extremely careful, staring at his fingers and saying, "I'll apply the medicine for you when we get back."

His hand was indeed in excruciating pain. They say the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and he had just had to pretend to be nonchalant while wielding his sword to intimidate those people. Fan Zhiyi knew very well that if he showed even the slightest weakness, they would pounce on him immediately, leaving him no room to resist.

Now, it hurts to move even slightly. Fan Zhiyi doesn't dare to look at his hands, feeling that the "makeup effect" is comparable to that of a horror movie.

Bing Nandong knew he was in pain, so she gently put his hand down: "Master's acting is really good. Even though I had discussed it with Master beforehand, I still felt that Master really didn't want me anymore when I was there."

Bing Nandong's voice was deep and resonant, revealing a hint of resentment. Fan Zhiyi was inexplicably a little intimidated by Bing Nandong's gloomy demeanor: "Your acting is not bad either, but wasn't my last move cool? Alas, how lonely it is to be invincible." Fan Zhiyi had never imagined that one day he would actually be able to say these words.

"Yes, invincible. Should I find a way to revive the Fusang God so that he can keep Master company again, so that Master won't be lonely?"

Fan Zhiyi felt miserable just thinking about those unpredictable statues and spaces at the boundary between Yin and Yang, especially the woman with the spirit stone on her head. He instantly got goosebumps all over his body: "Ugh, forget it." The Fusang God is not on the same level as the sect leader and the others at all. It is an evil god. If Bing Nandong hadn't absorbed it later, he doesn't know how long they would have had to fight.

However, if he could go back to that time, he would definitely be faster, faster than to rescue Bing Nandong before he ate the Fusang God, so that Bing Nandong would at least suffer less.

"By the way, did the sect leader speak to you privately when he called you over?"

Bing Nandong replied, "I just asked about the specifics of this mission, and I told him my guesses about the Lin family. The Lin family did that because they wanted to find another way. They are not as capable as the Tianyun Sect, so they want to control the Ghost Gate themselves to improve their status in the cultivation world. They may even have other plans."

"Perhaps the Lin family wants to control the entire cultivation world and become the most powerful people."

“Master is wise,” Bing Nandong continued, a sly glint in his eyes. “Therefore, Tianyun Sect will certainly not allow this to happen. Let the two sects fight each other.” As for not letting Cen Jun report this, it was simply because once the Lin family was involved, it would inevitably lead to the Ghost Gate, and once involved with the Ghost Gate, Cen Jun would be forced to get involved. Since Fan Zhiyi cared so much about Cen Jun, Bing Nandong didn't want Cen Jun to get involved in the dirty and sordid affairs behind the Ghost Gate.

Fan Zhiyi sighed, and when they returned to the familiar Snow Mountain Villa, Fan Zhiyi called out, "Cen Jun."

There was no response. Fan Zhiyi called out again, but the entire courtyard was silent except for the echo of his voice.

Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong exchanged a glance, then ran to Cen Jun's house and knocked on the door three times. There was no response. Bing Nandong pushed the door open and found that there was no one inside, only a letter on the table. Bing Nandong opened it and read it with Fan Zhiyi.

"Senior brother, Master, do not worry. I will return in three days."

"Did he tell you what he was going to do? Cen Jun is obsessed with his brother, and he insists on coming back to Tianyun Sect with us. What if the sect leader takes advantage of him?" Fan Zhiyi was very anxious. He hoped that his male lead would not get into trouble, or he would be finished too.

“Cen Jun is not as inexperienced as Master thinks, let’s wait and see.”

Fan Zhiyi was willing to wait as long as he wanted; what worried him was Bing Nandong: "It's best to resolve your poisoning as soon as possible. Dragging it out could easily lead to unforeseen complications. I wonder if Tianyun Sect will use this as an excuse to cause trouble. Oh, by the way, here's the antidote." Fan Zhiyi had forgotten that he had put the antidote in a small pocket, and immediately took it out. "Don't be disgusted. I smashed that porcelain bottle in a fit of anger."

"Was Master cut by any shards?"

"It makes no difference to me whether I have one more injury or one less injury on my hand."

“There is a difference.” Bing Nandong said seriously, and pulled Fan Zhiyi directly to his room. He took out his first-aid kit to help him reapply the medicine, and carefully checked him inside and out.

Fan Zhiyi said, "Don't worry, the porcelain bottle didn't scratch me. Quickly apply the medicine." Fan Zhiyi turned his head away, not wanting to look at it, because it hurt.

"It's only because Master's cultivation is so profound that, otherwise, with such a severe injury, his hand would probably be ruined."

Well, all I can say is that the system has finally done something good.

Fan Zhiyi thought for a moment and continued the previous topic: "Bing Nandong, why don't you take this medicine to find Master Jinwu first? I'll wait for Cen Jun here." In any case, he couldn't abandon Cen Jun.

"Master is thinking too simply. The Tianyun Sect's target has always been me. How could they let me leave so easily?"

"I can transform into your appearance and find a way to get by."

“The shapeshifting technique will likely be recognized, but it's only three days. I can wait. Don't worry, Master, I know my own body better than anyone else.” Bing Nandong carefully bandaged Fan Zhiyi's hand. “More than that, I care about Master's current feelings towards me.”

Bing Nandong's gaze slowly moved upwards, landing on Fan Zhiyi's eyes. As their eyes met, Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nandong's eyes held a thousand unspoken words, all hidden beneath his eyelashes.

These were beautiful eyes. Fan Zhiyi had imagined the moment they regained their clarity, but he hadn't expected them to be so moving, as if they were looking directly at his most essential soul across a thousand mountains.

That one glance was enough to shatter Fan Zhiyi's defenses. He quickly lowered his head, no longer looking at Bing Nandong; if he continued, everything would fall apart.

He might not actually be Cen Jun's brother. If a misunderstanding arises, how will things be handled? Bing Nan Dong has simply mistaken someone else for someone else. The person he has always liked has always been "Fan Zhi Yi," not him.

"Um, let me help you channel your spiritual energy first."

Fan Zhiyi changed the subject, trying to act as if nothing had happened, but Bing Nandong wouldn't let him: "Master, are you trying to avoid this issue again? Even your habitual actions are the same as before."

Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word; his heart was pounding violently with tension.

"How long does Master intend to avoid this? Until there is no longer any way to avoid it?"

"Bing Nandong, let me calm down." Fan Zhiyi left Bing Nandong's room after saying this.

He felt a headache coming on. Why was he being so eager to force someone to admit that they were someone else, especially in that kind of relationship? Shouldn't he have been more careful to confirm, get multiple pieces of evidence, and make sure that they would never admit to being wrong?

Fan Zhiyi was so exhausted that he went straight to bed after returning to his room.