I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"Fan Zhiyi, what's wrong with you?" Zhuang Yujing suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him into the inn, then immediately closed the door. "What were you looking at just now?"

Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth but before he could speak, Xiaoman said, "There was someone down there just now, and Young Master jumped down to find him."

It was raining heavily, and Fan Zhiyi had been soaked for a while, so he was now completely drenched. The inn was brightly lit, and after adjusting to the light for a moment, Fan Zhiyi looked at Zhuang Yujing and said seriously, "I saw Bing Nandong."

"You're possessed by a ghost." Zhuang Yujing pressed her index finger hard on Fan Zhiyi's forehead, the golden magic seal spreading out, causing Fan Zhiyi to tilt his head back. "We sat down here and didn't feel anything. You wouldn't listen to anything I said. Do you know how dangerous that was for you? Things are different now. What if that was a ghost looking for a replacement after dying unjustly? What if we didn't manage to pull you back in time and you were taken away?"

"I'm sorry." It was true that he hadn't thought it through. "But I really think it was Bing Nan Dong just now."

Zhuang Yujing took a breath, looking as if Fan Zhiyi was bewitched and beyond help.

Upon hearing this, Cen Jun did not deny him further, but instead asked the other person who had just been upstairs, "Xiao Man, did you see clearly who that person was?"

Xiaoman nodded: "But it wasn't Bingnan Dong's appearance. I saw a young man dressed as a scholar."

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi said no more. He had no appetite for the mung bean soup. Seeing his dejected state, Zhuang Yujing refrained from further ridicule, but simply reminded him that his cultivation level was not high and he should not act rashly in any situation.

He An escorted Fan Zhiyi upstairs. The room was stuffy, and since it had been raining for so long, they both wanted to get some fresh air in the hallway. So they leaned against the railing together and watched the rain.

He An said, "Don't blame the sect leader for speaking so harshly. He's stubborn but soft-hearted, and he's also quite awkward."

“I know that what Gao said makes sense.” He had not truly witnessed the fear of this world, and therefore lacked vigilance.

"My name is He An." He An smiled at Fan Zhiyi and introduced himself, "Gao Da is just an alias. And you, Yi Zhifan, is that your real name or a pseudonym?"

Fan Zhiyi looked at He An, wondering why he would suddenly ask him this, but to avoid trouble, Fan Zhiyi replied, "Real name."

He An turned his head back to look ahead: "I told you before that I have a friend, right?"

"Ah."

“You do resemble him. I’m not the only one who thinks so; the sect leader, Cen Jun, and Bing Nandong all probably think so too.”

Fan Zhiyi didn't know if the friend He An was talking about was the one he had traveled through time from before, but he couldn't remember anything. So when he saw He An's nostalgic expression, he didn't know what to say and simply kept silent.

Everyone retained his past memories, and their kindness towards him stemmed from their former selves; it was a rather peculiar feeling.

However, judging from this situation, He An might want to have a heart-to-heart talk with him. It would be better to seize the opportunity to find out some information, which is much more valuable than asking the system: "Are you all very familiar with Bing Nandong?"

"To be more specific, I should say that I was more familiar with Bing Nandong in the past. Jiuwanli and Tianyun Sect have always been at odds with each other, and the sect leader and Bing Nandong have been comparing themselves to each other openly and secretly, but in reality, they are both hypocritical and can't bring themselves to say they care about each other."

"Jiu Wanli was already resented for refusing to participate in the Ghost Gate candidate plan. In addition, the sect leader and I discovered the secret behind the Ghost Gate candidates, which became a fuse that sparked the rejection of Jiu Wanli by the other immortal sects. Jiu Wanli was attacked and hunted down, the sect leader lost his right arm, and we hid for several years. During that time, I met Bing Nandong once."

"That time, Bing Nandong had already begun to show signs of being a ghost. He killed many people, and even broke his sword. The sect leader wanted to take him with him, but unfortunately, the situation didn't allow it, and Bing Nandong was unwilling. In the end, I knocked the sect leader unconscious and forcibly took him away. From that day on, the sect leader became much more silent and worked even harder to practice his sword. Later, the sect leader reassembled the disciples of Jiuwanli and rebuilt Jiuwanli. By then, Bing Nandong had already taken the position of sect leader. Rebuilding was not simple. The sect leader didn't say it, but we all knew that Bing Nandong was secretly helping. Even some of the materials needed for the sect leader to rebuild his prosthetic arm were sent by Bing Nandong. And now, the fact that we were able to rescue Cen Jun so easily should also be Bing Nandong's doing. It's just that we took you away, which made him angry and chase after us."

Fan Zhiyi listened intently. He had only asked about the relationship, yet He An had explained everything to him clearly. Didn't they want him to stop thinking about Bing Nandong? Why didn't they smear him? Instead, they said these things, which made Fan Zhiyi feel even more sorry for Bing Nandong during this painful period.

Fan Zhiyi didn't know what Bing Nandong had been through in the past. He thought that if Bing Nandong was willing, he could tell him in person. He wanted to slowly begin to understand Bing Nandong as a person.

"And what about Cen Jun?" Fan Zhiyi asked. "What happened between him and Bing Nandong?"

“Cen Jun is Bing Nan Dong’s junior brother. They are from the same master. That immortal venerable died and disappeared in order to seal the Ghost Gate.” He An said, “It’s a pity that few people in the cultivation world know who sacrificed themselves, which gave us the opportunity to continue searching for a way to completely resolve the chaos of the Ghost Gate over the past ten years.”

In this light, coupled with the information gathered over the past few days, Fan Zhiyi began to understand that He An, Zhuang Yujing, and even Cen Jun all had some connection to their past selves who had transmigrated from the past. Furthermore, they had always believed that Bing Nandong's current desire to form a bond with them was fickle and infidelity, and that he was betraying his past self.

Hmm, that's a bit abstract.

Fan Zhiyi thought to himself with genuine feeling that even if he told them now that he was Cen Jun's brother and master, probably not many people would believe him.

"Oh." Fan Zhiyi lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before saying, "According to you, Bing Nandong is not a particularly evil person. Why don't you let me go? I really need to see Bing Nandong immediately!"

"No, we must follow the sect leader's arrangements." Moreover, it was too similar, and He An needed to continue observing for a while. "I have also said that Bing Nandong is completely different from before. Don't forget, he is still the leader of the Fucha Sect. Neither the sect leader nor I know why he founded the Fucha Sect."

Bing Nandong had indeed discussed this with Fan Zhiyi, but Bing Nandong's ideas were ultimately too idealistic.

“Speaking of which, your physique also needs to be strengthened. Start training first thing tomorrow morning, and I will supervise you.” He An abruptly changed the subject, lowering his arm from the railing. “Go back to your room and rest, conserve your energy.”

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

This sleep was restless; Fan Zhiyi kept dreaming of Bing Nandong. Even in his dreams, under the bright sunshine, Bing Nandong would only stare at him silently from a dark corner, keeping company with those ghostly creatures. If Fan Zhiyi approached him, Bing Nandong would back away and resolutely turn away, making it impossible for Fan Zhiyi to catch up.

It was very strange, and very irritating. What was Bing Nan Dong angry about again? Why didn't he meet with him openly and honestly? This was completely unlike his usual style. Fan Zhi Yi was also sulking in his dream, in a bad mood, and woke up very early.