I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi: "?" In his memory, he did not seem to have told Bing Nandong about his hobbies, so Fan Zhiyi immediately thought that the "Fan Zhiyi" that Bing Nandong mentioned was the one he could not remember.

He couldn't remember, so he remained silent. But Bing Nandong seemed to have piqued his interest in talking, and even his tone lost its feigned confrontation: "I told him a legend in this forest that if it rains heavily in the forest at night, you can see hanged ghosts hanging from the branches when you look up. Master, what do you think hanged ghosts look like?" Bing Nandong's voice grew closer and closer, suddenly pressing against Fan Zhiyi's neck, and the sudden change in tone sent chills down his spine.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but call out to him, "Bing Nandong."

Bing Nan leaned back slightly and said, "Hmm." Then he finished removing the bandage. "Master, turn around and face me. I'll change the medicine for other parts of your body."

"I'll do it myself."

Bing Nandong did not respond, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't persuade him otherwise, but his gaze seemed inappropriate no matter where it fell, so he lowered his head and stared at the floor, feeling very awkward and embarrassed.

As Bing Nandong bandaged Fan Zhiyi's chest, his fingertips brushed against Fan Zhiyi's skin, causing a slight itch. Fan Zhiyi dared not look at him, his fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of his robe above his knees.

Bing Nandong said, "Master, please lift all your hair up."

"Oh, oh, okay."

Fan Zhiyi did as instructed, and then Bing Nandong moved closer to him, his warm breath brushing against Fan Zhiyi's neck.

Bing Nandong seemed completely unaware of how intimate their current position was, and carefully observed the bite wound on Fan Zhiyi's neck: "The wound here is much better."

"Really? That's good, hahaha!" Fan Zhiyi could only laugh dryly, then raised his neck high, trying his best to get as far away from Bing Nandong as possible.

Bing Nandong glanced at him, then looked away and professionally bandaged Fan Zhiyi's neck and hands: "All done."

Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to get dressed, but his hands were too heavy, so he entrusted this task to Bing Nandong.

"Master's face is so red," Bing Nandong said calmly.

"It's a bit hot," Fan Zhiyi made up, and then the two of them fell silent, sitting side by side.

Fan Zhiyi was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe, his back taut as he hoped that Cen Jun would return soon to break the awkward silence.

After waiting for a while, Fan Zhiyi couldn't stand it any longer, so he took the initiative to ask, "So, where are we going next? How long do you plan to stay in this dilapidated temple?"

“Let’s set off tomorrow, splitting into two groups. I want to go to Jiuwanli first, and have Cen Jun go directly to Jin Wu. I’ll draw a map for him,” Bing Nan Dong said, lowering his eyes.

Fan Zhiyi asked, "And what about me?"

Bing Nandong looked up at him, his eyes deep: "Master will naturally be with Cen Jun."

"..." Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips, remaining silent.

Being with Cen Jun is naturally the best choice. Cen Jun is the protagonist, and he should naturally follow the protagonist to facilitate his mission. Moreover, given Bing Nan Dong's current condition, staying with Bing Nan Dong would inevitably be fraught with danger. Not only would they be captured from time to time, but there's also the possibility of being drained of blood by Bing Nan Dong when he suddenly falls ill. It's simply not worth it no matter how you look at it.

But... Fan Zhiyi felt inexplicably annoyed. Why did Bing Nandong make the decision for him? Why did he think that Bing Nandong would definitely abandon him? Couldn't the three of them be together?

Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong secretly, and was stunned. He did not expect that Bing Nandong had been staring at him the whole time. His eyes reflected his image and only reflected him, taking in all his expressions.

Bing Nandong explained, "The Tianyun Sect has issued an arrest warrant, and the entire cultivation world is looking for me. It would be too dangerous and conspicuous for the three of us to act together. Master and Cen Jun are the best solution at the moment. I will go to find Zhuang Yujing and then come to find you."

Deceiving.

Fan Zhiyi thought to himself that he was certain that if they separated this time, he would never find Bing Nandong again. Bing Nandong would hide away, go into hiding alone, and bear everything by himself.

Fan Zhiyi felt a lump in his throat and replied, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Bing Nandong nodded, then turned his head expressionlessly to stare at the doorway.

"It was clearly your suggestion, why are you so disappointed?" Fan Zhiyi looked down at his hands. He was actually very forgetful; he had already forgotten how much these wounds had tormented him and how painful they had been at first. He was a forgetful person, and somewhat overconfident, acting faster than thinking... If he were to list his shortcomings, Fan Zhiyi could give him a whole bunch of examples, but he couldn't find a single good point. He didn't know what that "Fan Zhiyi" and Bing Nandong had gone through to make Bing Nandong like him so much.

As night fell, Bing Nandong returned to his usual self, taking good care of them, but he barely spoke to them. As soon as it got dark, he found a place to lie down and sleep on his side.

Fan Zhiyi secretly observed Cen Jun and saw that he seemed to be fast asleep. Then he got up and went over to squat down next to Bing Nandong, circulating his spiritual power into Bing Nandong's body to probe his condition.

As before, or even worse.

Fan Zhiyi tried to use that technique to relieve Bing Nandong's pain, but as soon as he made a move, Bing Nandong opened his eyes warily and grabbed his hand to stop him from doing anything. His dark eyes stared unblinkingly at Fan Zhiyi: "Master, don't do these useless things. Even if a cultivator absorbs only a small amount of ghost energy, it will definitely have some negative effects."

After speaking, Bing Nandong stood up abruptly, and Fan Zhiyi asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'll keep watch at the door, Master, you all go to sleep."

"I……"

"Go to sleep." Bing Nandong went straight to the door and sat down, leaving Fan Zhiyi with only his back.

Fan Zhiyi really didn't know what to do. He sighed, feeling that everything was oppressive and quiet, like a cloudy day before a storm, making it inexplicably hard to breathe.

The next morning, Fan Zhiyi was awakened by crying at the door. He immediately sat up, rubbed his eyes to clear his head, and went outside to see what was happening. He found Cen Jun and Bing Nandong standing there.

A thick fog rolled into the woods in the morning, making the air slightly damp. The sun, not yet fully risen, was swallowed by the fog, with only a faint ring of sunlight struggling to peek through. Birdsong could be heard faintly in the woods, but no birds could be seen, which inexplicably made one uneasy.

Cen Jun knelt before Bing Nandong, her face contorted with sobs, as if she could barely breathe. Large tears streamed down her cheeks. "Senior brother, I was wrong! Please don't send me away!" Cen Jun wiped away her tears forcefully, took a few steps forward on her knees to get closer to Bing Nandong, and grabbed his robe. "Please, senior brother!"