I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"You should rest first. It's cold in the snowy mountains, but it's warm inside." After saying that, Bing Nandong let go of Fan Zhiyi's hand and left before Fan Zhiyi could react, leaving Fan Zhiyi standing there awkwardly with two bouquets of flowers in his hands, a question mark slowly emerging in his mind.

Dude, don't you give a heads-up before ending the conversation? Fan Zhiyi thought the male lead was going to pull some tricks again, but nothing happened. So he looked at his hands, which still had the warmth of Bing Nandong on them.

That's it.

Fan Zhiyi pushed open the door and entered. The room was very tidy, and everything that needed to be prepared was ready. A faint fragrance wafted in the air, and for some reason, it felt as warm as a sunny spring day.

Hmm, boring. Fan Zhiyi thought to himself that he should still suggest going with Bing Nandong, as this would be more conducive to completing the mission and finding the so-called truth.

Fan Zhiyi walked inside and noticed a large red lacquered wooden box under the table. He went over and saw a note on it—"For Yi Zhifan," signed Cen Jun.

This male lead really put on a convincing act; there wasn't a single flaw. Fan Zhiyi was quite speechless. Then he tore off the note and opened the box. The dazzling light instantly blinded him, and his mouth immediately formed an "O" shape.

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, what is all this? We're rich, everyone!

Fan Zhiyi carefully picked up the topmost shimmering folding fan. As soon as he touched it, a passage of text appeared in the air, accompanied by Bing Nandong's explanation.

It turned out this was a magical artifact. Bing Nan Dong thoughtfully wrote down how many spirit stones this artifact could be exchanged for, so that Fan Zhi Yi would have a clear idea. As a result, his mouth gaped even wider.

He's never seen the world before, help!

Not only this fan, but the whole box contains treasures that are visible but unattainable. Bing Nandong has provided explanations for all of them, and they will automatically play out whenever Fan Zhiyi touches them.

Fan Zhiyi stayed in his room all day watching, without feeling tired. He only took a break for a meal in the middle of the day. He really loved it!

Fan Zhiyi took out his spirit stone bag again and counted how many bags he had. The more he counted, the happier he became. Why go back to reality? He wanted to stay here and become a millionaire! But this world was too dangerous. He could use the spirit stones to buy some guards... emmm, forget it. After hesitating for a moment, he felt it was unrealistic and unsettling. "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." Money was important, but his life was important too. He couldn't bear to part with the hard-earned money he had in the real world. Go back? Waaah, he had to go back, but he couldn't bear to leave these spirit stones and treasures! They had only just met!

Fan Zhiyi was conflicted, in great pain, and heartbroken.

Bing Nan arrived at dusk to find him, only to find Fan Zhiyi sitting dejectedly on the ground, with a spirit stone pouch beside him and an open box.

He thought Fan Zhiyi would be happy to see this, but instead he seemed sullen.

Bing Nandong composed himself and went inside to ask, "Zhifan, what's wrong?"

Fan Zhiyi sniffed: "Now I finally know what it feels like to have your cake and eat it too, unable to let go of either side."

Bing Nandong: "..." His eyes darkened. "What do you mean? You have someone you like?"

"I have a precious stone in my heart."

Bing Nandong: "..."

Fan Zhiyi pointed to the box: "These are all mine?"

"Yes, they're all yours. There's more in the treasure vault."

The boss is generous. The more Fan Zhiyi looks at Bing Nandong, the more pleasing he finds him. When he was the sect leader, he gave him spirit stones; when he became the sect leader, he gave him treasures. He really can't handle it anymore.

Bing Nandong knelt on one knee in front of him, took his hand, and without saying a word put a green jade thumb ring on Fan Zhiyi's left ring finger: "This is a mustard seed space, which is more useful than the Qiankun bag. You can store things in it and take out what you want with a thought. Moreover, this style is not easy to attract attention."

Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, looking at the ring on his hand, and then glancing at Bing Nandong.

Bing Nan Dong sensed something strange in his gaze and asked him, "Don't you like it?"

"I like it, I like it." Fan Zhiyi took a deep breath to cover up the strange feeling he had just had.

Taking advantage of Fan Zhiyi's momentary daze, Bing Nandong held Fan Zhiyi's hand and looked at it several times, making Fan Zhiyi increasingly uncomfortable. His ears burned, so he forcibly withdrew his hand and coughed unconsciously.

But Bing Nandong didn't hide anything and said very frankly, "I thought it looked good on you when I was choosing it."

"Oh."

Bing Nandong wanted to hear more from him, so he leaned closer to Fan Zhiyi: "Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, satisfied." Fan Zhiyi avoided Bing Nandong's gaze.

"Would you be willing to become my Daoist partner?"

"Hmm, ah?" Fan Zhiyi's eyes widened as he finally focused his gaze on Bing Nandong's face again. He really couldn't let his guard down for a moment when it came to this person.

Bing Nandong chuckled: "Finally, you're looking at me. Zhi Fan, I like it when you look at me."

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

Bing Nandong stopped teasing him. He knew that Fan Zhiyi was always shy when it came to relationships, so he helped Fan Zhiyi put all his things into his mustard seed space: "Did the leader of the Floating Sha Sect give you these spirit stones?"

"Yes." Don't you have any idea how you got here?

Fan Zhiyi thought that in order to uphold the role of the sect leader as the beacon of righteousness, Bing Nandong would have to say something to show that he was irreconcilably opposed to evil. However, Bing Nandong simply said, "Since he gave it to us, then we should keep it. The spirit stones are innocent."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Dude, you have a really big vision.

Fan Zhiyi turned the thumb ring; the size was just right.

And perhaps because it is also a magical artifact, no matter how Fan Zhiyi pried or bumped it, it would not fall off or break. Unless Fan Zhiyi really wanted to take it off, it would stay firmly on Fan Zhiyi's finger, which was indeed very convenient.

He studied it for a while longer, then propped his head up with his hand and looked out the window.

They are now sitting in the highest private room of Zuixianglou. Bing Nandong said that this is the best restaurant in the cultivation world, and from here you can see the entire territory where Tianyunmen is located.

The most bustling area was probably the town center, presenting a completely different scene from the ghost town. The ghost town was cold and eerie, while here it was brightly lit and bustling with people, much like the ancient streets that Fan Zhiyi had seen in TV dramas before, so warm and cozy that it didn't seem like the style of this novel world.

“Now, only this town under the Tianyun Sect holds a market at night.” Bing Nandong raised the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and explained, “It’s still the same as before, unchanged.”

After he finished speaking, the tea was poured, and he pushed the teacup in front of Fan Zhiyi.

"Oh." Fan Zhiyi naturally picked up the tea and took a sip. He didn't particularly like tea, but he could tell that this tea was well-brewed, neither astringent nor bitter, with a pleasant aftertaste.