I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"Although, but," Fan Zhiyi said sincerely, straightening his expression, "you are truly amazing, and I will always remember this kindness."

Just by talking about it, Fan Zhiyi could imagine Bing Nandong risking everything to pull him out of the clutches of the ghosts, carrying him for such a long distance without complaint, and even bandaging him up. You know, Bing Nandong used to feel nauseous for half a day if he was even touched. It must have been so hard for him. He's such a good person!

Fan Zhiyi was increasingly moved as he thought about it, and a surge of gratitude welled up in his chest like a raging torrent.

The kind-hearted man spoke without any mercy: "It's because you're too weak."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Well, it's great that my enthusiasm has been extinguished.

"Speaking of which, that elder you call is really just spouting nonsense. His own disciple is in such a state, and he's still lecturing him. If he's so capable, why didn't he come sooner?"

"He is the second elder of Tianyun Sect, in charge of etiquette and morality. There will be many more opportunities to see him when we return to Tianyun Sect."

Fan Zhiyi began shaking his head frantically at the thought of the old man's fierce gaze.

"It's not nice to bother you two, but we're almost at the gate," A-Yu said weakly, trying to keep her presence to herself. "I can't get out."

Fan Zhiyi instantly understood and looked at Bing Nandong: "I want to stay with you. I have to help A Yu find her ashes."

“What can you do if you stay here? I’ll help her find someone.” Bing Nandong refused without any politeness.

Fan Zhiyi thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense. He was covered in injuries and had been running a fever on and off, so it would be better if he didn't stay here and get in the way. So he discussed it with A Yu: "Xiao Yu, what do you think?"

"No problem, you get some rest." A-Yu readily agreed and stood at the door waiting for them.

As soon as Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi stepped outside, they saw two distinct groups of people, one dressed in blue and the other in light green, each carrying a lantern.

Upon seeing the two of them, Lu Changfu and others from Tianyun Sect immediately rushed forward to surround Bing Nandong, while also pushing Fan Zhiyi out.

Fan Zhiyi sighed softly, indicating that he was already used to this kind of scene. He then patted the cat in his arms, which prompted the cat to try to bite him, but it only rubbed its sharp teeth against the back of Fan Zhiyi's hand and did not bite him hard.

This small change brought tears to Fan Zhiyi's eyes. It was all worth it for him to hold his cat so devotedly, even letting himself get wet in the rain to shield it from the rain with his sleeve.

"Senior Brother, I'll go with you to exorcise the evil spirits!"

"I'm going too, Senior Brother!"

……

Seeing that Bing Nandong was so popular that he couldn't pay attention to Fan Zhiyi for the time being, Fan Zhiyi continued to pet the cat.

His head started to feel dizzy again, and his body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead. Fan Zhiyi felt a little nauseous.

Just then, Fan Zhiyi heard someone behind him deliberately lower their voice and say, "I've noticed you're quite lucky. What kind of bewitching potion did you use to make Bing Nandong rush to save you all by himself, disregarding everything?"

The voice gave Fan Zhiyi goosebumps. He immediately jumped forward a few steps and rubbed his ears: "Can you speak properly?" He was really traumatized by the voice and was afraid it was another ghost.

Zhuang Yujing snorted, then swiftly unfolded her fan, offering a sharp comment: "Refined."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"This isn't a compliment!" Zhuang Yujing snapped.

"He's as easily teased as ever, young master," Fan Zhiyi commented. "However, just as I expected, Bing Nandong came to find me alone. It's hard to be a good person; it's too easy to be soft-hearted."

If Fan Zhiyi were to encounter someone who had previously harbored murderous intent towards him, he would definitely stay far away from them, and whatever happened to that person would be none of his concern.

"Fan Zhiyi." Bing Nandong walked over and subtly blocked him from behind, saying to him, "I'll have Changfu take you to see the healer."

Fan Zhiyi looked at Lu Changfu, who smiled at him in a friendly manner. Fan Zhiyi could only nod in return, "Okay."

"Why bother looking for a healer? Just come to my place. The doctor I treated you with last time was one of the best in the world," the young master said, exuding arrogance.

Bing Nandong said, "No need."

Zhuang Yujing smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of delaying your precious baby's treatment?"

Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong: "..."

Considering the relationship between Jiu Wanli and Tianyun Sect, Fan Zhiyi thought that if he wanted to continue working in Tianyun Sect, it would be best to politely decline: "Thank you for your kind offer, but I'll pass."

Before Zhuang Yujing could say anything more, Bing Nandong said, "Tianyun Sect must set off first."

Zhuang Yujing's eyes widened as he watched the Tianyun Sect members about to step into the Xue residence. He immediately commanded, "Charge! We must enter the Xue residence before the Tianyun Sect and deal with more vengeful spirits than they do!"

Then, covering his face with his fan, he said to He An, "Take Fan Zhiyi back with you, and make sure he stays until I return."

"Yes, I will take your orders."

Having dealt with this major problem, Bingnan Dong was also ready to set off.

Fan Zhiyi tugged at his sleeve, hesitating to speak. He had originally wanted Bing Nandong to act according to his ability, but then he realized he had no right to say that, and given Bing Nandong's personality, he wouldn't agree. So he could only say, "Wait for you to come back. Also, remember to keep an eye on A Yu. They're all cultivators, she might be scared."

"Okay, be careful."

Fan Zhiyi blinked and looked at Zhuang Yujing, who was angrily waiting for Bing Nandong. When he saw him coming over, he punched him on the shoulder without any politeness: "Are you crazy? I couldn't stop you no matter what I did. You had to come here by yourself. Are you hurt? You must be hurt. Let me take a look and have some fun."

"Shut up."

……

"Zhiyi, let's go." Lu Changfu smiled gently, neither cold nor overly intimate, striking a perfect balance.

Before Fan Zhiyi could respond, He An pulled him over, accidentally touching the wound on Fan Zhiyi's hand, causing Fan Zhiyi to cry out in pain.

He An then released his hand with some remorse, pursed his lips, seemingly wanting to apologize, but ultimately said nothing. He simply mustered his courage again and looked at Lu Changfu: "We have been here for much longer than Tianyun Sect, and we know this place quite well. You can't find a decent medical cultivator within a hundred miles, but we in Jiuwanli are well prepared, with doctors and medicines readily available."

What? How far is a hundred li? Fan Zhiyi had no idea, but he frowned as soon as he heard it. He estimated that it wouldn't last that long, and suddenly he was a little tempted by the idea of ​​90,000 li.

Moreover, compared to Tianyun Sect, Jiuwanli, where I once stayed, is indeed more cost-effective.

“Zhiyi is a disciple of my Tianyun Sect. My senior brother instructed me to make sure he was examined by a healer before safely escorting him back to his room in the camp,” Lu Changfu replied methodically. “Besides, if his injuries change along the way, I also have some medical knowledge.”