I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Wu Bai pointed at Fan Zhiyi, making no attempt to hide his disgust: "Senior Brother, why did you bring him along? Did you get fooled by his words and forget what he did to you before?"

Wu Bai's tone was somewhat agitated: "And that child, I didn't know Fan Zhiyi was so precious, was he having an affair with someone else outside..."

"Brother, that's going too far. Why drag others into this when you're just talking about me?" Fan Zhiyi didn't want to argue with these people about him, but he absolutely couldn't tolerate them talking about Xiao Bao!

So he covered Xiaobao's ears and sneered, "What, you know again? Which eye of yours saw it so confidently? Others don't know but you do. Are you a charlatan or do you have X-ray vision to see the similarity of other people's DNA? Or do you know so much? Could it be you and me..."

Fan Zhiyi was afraid of setting a bad example for the children, so he glossed over it, but everyone understood what he meant. Then, Fan Zhiyi looked Wu Bai up and down with disdain and said, "Forget it, I'm not that hungry."

Fan Zhiyi's speech left the other party stunned. After all, he had grown up in a great cultivation clan and could not bear such humiliation. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight Fan Zhiyi.

Bing Nandong stood in front of Fan Zhiyi, looking at them coldly, his imposing presence even without anger: "Didn't I say yesterday that Xiaobao was a child rescued from a haunted house? If we hadn't made a mistake and failed to investigate properly back then, how could we be in this situation now?"

Lu Changfu placed his hand on Wu Bai's shoulder, and with just one gesture, Wu Bai withdrew his fist, suppressing his anger: "So, Nan Dong, are there any other living people in the Xue residence?"

Bing Nandong shook his head: "No more."

"That's good. The sun is shining brightly now, but it looks like it'll be windy later. If you're going out, now's the time."

Wu Bai was furious and turned his head away, while Lu Changfu kept his hand on Wu Bai's shoulder, smiling at Bing Nandong without any change in expression.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but feel that their relationship was a bit strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

Bing Nandong nodded: "If there is any news from the elders, please inform me immediately."

"it is good."

Fan Zhiyi noticed that Bing Nandong seemed less argumentative when facing his fellow disciples, especially towards Lu Changfu, where he was practically amiable.

As he was thinking this, when he looked up again, he inadvertently caught sight of Qin Shuan, who hadn't spoken a word and was staring intently at him. Fan Zhiyi frowned and looked away.

After leaving the inn, Fan Zhiyi asked, "What else did I do to you before that made them hate me so much? Did I actually use a knife on you?"

"just you?"

Okay, that's not realistic.

Seeing that Fan Zhiyi wasn't joking with him, Bing Nandong said, "It's nothing, don't overthink it."

"Oh." If he doesn't want to talk about it, then so be it. He can't possibly find out everything the original owner did.

This time, Bing Nandong went out to check on Fan Zhiyi's grasp of what he had taught him yesterday, and surprisingly found that he had grasped it quite well.

Just as Lu Changfu had said, the wind picked up after we hadn't been walking around for long, the sky changed drastically, and thick black clouds replaced the sunlight.

Originally, Fan Zhiyi was going straight home, but he was inadvertently drawn to a storyteller in a nearby teahouse.

From his vantage point outside the door, he could see the bustling crowd and the elderly gentleman sitting on the stage at the very back.

Bing Nandong took a few steps and realized the person hadn't followed, so he turned back: "What's so interesting about this..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man inside slammed his gavel: "We all know that among the major families in the cultivation world, the most interesting cases are those between the Tianyun Sect and the Nine Thousand Miles Sect, these two rival sects."

Bing Nandong composed himself, fell silent, and looked inside.

"You've all probably heard of Bing Nandong, the senior disciple of Tianyun Sect. Heroes have always emerged from among the young. Since the age of ten, he has been training alone to slay demons and monsters, possessing exceptional skills. Moreover, he is righteous and will grant requests even from ordinary people like us, which is quite different from other scions of noble families..."

Fan Zhiyi chuckled: "I'm talking about you."

Bing Nandong dismissively looked away, but then glanced at Fan Zhiyi again. Seeing that Fan Zhiyi hadn't noticed him, she quietly looked over.

"Moreover, I've heard that he's incredibly handsome, and he always carries a hundred-pound longsword on his back..."

Fan Zhiyi chuckled upon hearing this. He had mentioned that sword before, and it wasn't nearly as exaggerated as it seemed. So he tugged at Bing Nandong's sleeve and said, "Come on, let's go in and take a look."

Bing Nandong's ears turned slightly red from the praise, but she pretended to be nonchalant: "Utterly boring, I'm not going."

Fan Zhiyi noticed his interest and asked Xiao Bao, "Xiao Bao, would you like to go and listen?"

"Uh-huh!"

“Look, even Xiao Bao wants to go, and it’ll probably rain before we even get to the inn, so let’s just go in and take shelter from the rain,” Fan Zhiyi said with a good reason. “I really want to know what they’ll talk about next.”

"Let's go then," Bing Nandong reluctantly agreed.

Fan Zhiyi chuckled, successfully bringing the person in.

Because of the large number of people, there were no seats left in the teahouse, so the three of them had to stand at the very back.

This old man seemed to be a long-time fanatic of Bing Nandong, praising him in countless ways without ever repeating himself. He went on for several minutes without mentioning anything serious about Tianyun Sect and Jiuwanli.

Someone on the second floor, unable to bear it any longer, shouted, "Where is that young master of Jiuwanli? He is the most outstanding disciple of the new generation, dozens of times more powerful than Bing Nandong!"

Hmm, so there are even some die-hard fans of Zhuang Yujing here?

Fan Zhiyi looked over and saw two people in familiar clothes standing by the fence shouting, their faces full of dissatisfaction.

Wait, isn't this the clothing of Jiuwanli?

The old man cleared his throat: "This young master of Jiuwanli is extravagant. I heard that he has an extremely grand entourage when he goes out, and he has no less than a hundred maids serving him, each one of them beautiful!"

Fan Zhiyi thought about it carefully, but no, it wasn't that exaggerated at all. He looked up at the second floor and saw that the guy's face had turned green, and he was about to explode.

"Once, Zhuang Yujing was trying to catch a ghost, but unfortunately his skills were lacking. Luckily, Bing Nandong was nearby and came to the rescue..."

"Bullshit! I don't need Bing Nandong to save my life. He's the one begging me to save him!"

That voice... isn't that Zhuang Yujing's?

Enraged, Zhuang Yujing rushed out, stuck his fan in his hand, and raised his leg as if to jump off the second floor, veins bulging on his forehead.

His men stopped him and coaxed, "Young master, young master, let's not take it to heart and hurt ourselves!"

"Young Master, calm down, don't reveal your identity!"