I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong remained unmoved, his expression exceptionally cold. He flicked his sleeve to brush away Cen Jun's hand, then turned around. When he saw Fan Zhiyi, he wasn't particularly surprised. He walked over and handed him a map: "Master, this is the route to Youshan Temple." Bing Nandong explained to Fan Zhiyi, "Let's set off now. Master, remember to cover your face, especially your brow; it's too conspicuous."

"it is good."

After hearing Fan Zhiyi's response, Bing Nandong returned to the dilapidated temple. Fan Zhiyi walked over and looked at Cen Jun, who was crying uncontrollably. He sighed and patted Cen Jun's shoulder: "Cen Jun, this is the best solution right now. Your senior brother had no other choice."

"Master, sob sob sob... I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I've caused you so much trouble, I'm so sorry!" Cen Jun kept apologizing, "I don't have a brother anymore, I don't want to be separated from my senior brother and master again, I'm not afraid of anything, please, Master, please talk to my senior brother, he listens to you the most! And at this time, what will my senior brother do alone?"

Fan Zhiyi lifted the hem of his robe, squatted down, and wiped Cen Jun's tears with his sleeve: "Cen Jun, you've been very good and haven't caused us any trouble. Your senior brother is so serious with you because he cares about you. Don't resent him. Sending you to Youshan Temple is also for your own good."

"But I... I only want to be with my senior brother and master. You're all I have left. I know my senior brother is angry with me..."

Fan Zhiyi gently hugged him and patted his back: "Your senior brother has never blamed you."

With a sob in her voice, Cen Jun said, "I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have gone to participate in that competition without telling Master and Senior Brother. I'm sorry, but I really didn't drink that bowl of medicine, Senior Brother..." Cen Jun cried her heart out, her tears soaking Fan Zhiyi's clothes.

“Actually, the person your senior brother is most angry with is me,” Fan Zhiyi said gently. “Because I’ve never dared to admit something to him, even though I already have a definite answer in my heart, I just don’t dare to face it.”

In fact, the one who suffered the most in this whole affair was Bing Nandong, but Fan Zhiyi was no longer able to consider his feelings at that time. He was a selfish ordinary person wearing the skin of an immortal. If Bing Nandong's pain were transferred to him, Fan Zhiyi knew that he would absolutely not be able to bear it.

"Master..." Cen Jun called him softly, "I'm sorry."

"Cen Jun, even if you walk this path alone from now on, you must be an upright person!" Well, this was his last instruction to Cen Jun. "Master... is really worried about your senior brother. Master will keep an eye on him for you, so please stay at Youshan Temple and wait to meet us, okay?"

Fan Zhiyi extended his hand: "Let's pinky swear."

Cen Jun looked at Fan Zhiyi's outstretched little finger and followed suit. Fan Zhiyi hooked his pinky with hers and said, "Once we make a pinky promise, we can't go back on our word. Trust me, Cen Jun."

Fan Zhiyi unfolded the map in front of him, handed the token given to him by Jin Wu to Cen Jun, and explained to Cen Jun again, following the explanation Bing Nandong had given him: "Alright, go, be careful on the road, and send us a message when you arrive. If you encounter anything, send us a message immediately, and Master will come to save you right away." Fan Zhiyi smiled, trying to appear more composed.

Cen Jun's nose was red. He hadn't had time to pack anything when he escaped from Tianyun Sect. The most precious thing he had now was Fan Zhiyi's ashes, which he carefully stored in his Qiankun bag. He would take his brother with him and never be separated from him again.

Fan Zhiyi looked at Cen Jun with a very complicated feeling, like looking at a child who was about to leave home.

He seemed to have never really looked at Cen Jun properly. The child's body was still developing, and he might grow to be as tall as his senior brother later on, with a handsome and upright appearance. It's just that he had a crying face now and didn't look like a protagonist or hero.

"Be strong." Under Cen Jun's gaze, Fan Zhiyi held back for a long time before finally managing to utter these three words, a thousand words in total.

Cen Jun hugged Fan Zhiyi tightly and started crying again: "Master, you promised me, you must not break your promise, you and your senior brother must be safe and sound!"

"it is good."

"Please tell my senior brother that I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me."

"Okay." Fan Zhiyi patted his back. "Let's go. Once we're gone, don't look back."

"I'll be waiting for you." He released Fan Zhiyi and looked towards the dilapidated temple. Cen Jun couldn't see Bing Nandong's figure, and he didn't dare to go forward to find Bing Nandong. He could only say with a sob in his voice, "Senior brother, I'm leaving."

"Hmm." Bingnan replied in a very cold tone from inside the room, without much further reaction.

Fan Zhiyi watched Cen Jun leave, and he indeed did not look back, disappearing into the thick fog.

Fan Zhiyi stood there in a daze for a while before walking into the dilapidated temple: "Let's set off too."

Bing Nandong stood against the wall, and upon hearing Fan Zhiyi's words, he awkwardly asked in a low voice, "Why isn't Master traveling with Cen Jun? Isn't he the protagonist Master mentioned?"

"Didn't you hear everything? Why are you still asking?" Fan Zhiyi found it amusing. Don't think he didn't know that Bing Nandong had been eavesdropping the whole time. Well, there were some things Fan Zhiyi couldn't say in front of Bing Nandong, so it was better to leave it at that.

"Master...do you remember? No, it's alright if you don't. Master, do you also... like me?" Bing Nandong paused, looking at Fan Zhiyi without any hesitation.

"...Are you love-struck? What's going on? Can't you deal with the problem at hand first?" Fan Zhiyi leaned against the door and looked at him, urging helplessly, "Hurry up, let's go."

What is "love-obsessed"?

"It's just... complicated to explain." Fan Zhiyi waved his hand.

Bing Nandong then said aggrievedly, "Master is not even willing to explain? If it were Cen Jun who asked, Master would definitely be willing to tell him."

"Keep pretending." Fan Zhiyi glanced at him: "Are you leaving or not?"

Bing Nandong gently grasped one of his wrists and looked at Fan Zhiyi tentatively: "Let's go."

Seeing that Fan Zhiyi did not reject his touch, he moved closer and gently rested his head on Fan Zhiyi's shoulder: "This is what Master chose himself." Bing Nandong closed his eyes, feeling the rare tranquility of this moment. Joy filled him little by little like a fountain in a crack in the rock. After so long, he rarely felt a trace of comfort and warmth. "Master, don't regret it, and don't give up on me."

Fan Zhiyi felt a bitter taste in his throat, which then turned into a long sigh.

"Master just hugged Cen Jun when he was comforting him, so why can't he hug me too? Is it because I didn't cry?"

"You were so sulking with me yesterday, I thought you were going to hold a grudge for the rest of your life, how come you're willing to be close to me again now? Can you change any more drastically? You're practically a different person." Although she was complaining like this, Fan Zhiyi still turned her head away, gave Bing Nandong a quick, light hug, and patted his back. "Now it's the same, right? Now you can't say I'm being biased, can you?"

“It’s different.” Bing Nandong raised her head slightly and touched Fan Zhiyi’s cheek with her lips. “I want my place in Master’s heart to be greater than Cen Jun’s.”