I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi: "..." You have to pretend with me, huh? "I feel like I'm going to vomit blood when I see you."

Bing Nandong: "...I'm almost fully recovered. My health is much better than someone else's."

"Are you sure?" Fan Zhiyi suddenly paused, then sneezed loudly.

This sneeze brought He An and Zhuang Yujing out.

He An saw Fan Zhiyi rubbing his nose, wearing only a thin undergarment, and immediately became furious: "Why did you run out like this?"

"Huh?" Well, faced with the criticism from many people, Fan Zhiyi decided to obediently go back to change his clothes. However, He An was still lecturing him: "You've just recovered from a serious illness. What if you catch a cold again?"

Fan Zhiyi didn't understand why He An was suddenly so concerned about him: "So I have a fever because I have a cold?"

"How could it be just like that? You forgot what the doctor said, you're not still burning up, are you?" As he spoke, He An reached out to feel Fan Zhiyi's forehead. "Isn't this fine?"

Fan Zhiyi silently retreated behind Bing Nandong. He felt that He An had become strange since he woke up. Wasn't He An the one he wanted to avoid like the plague before? Why was he so friendly now?

Bing Nandong said directly, "You scared him."

He An pointed to himself: "Me? Am I that scary?"

Yes, they are incredibly enthusiastic.

Zhuang Yujing coughed twice, signaling He An to step back, then raised an eyebrow at Bing Nandong: "I have something to say to Fan Zhiyi alone."

Bing Nandong ignored him completely and looked at Fan Zhiyi: "Go inside and pack your things, then come back to Tianyun Sect with me."

Zhuang Yujing's composed demeanor crumbled instantly, and he snapped angrily, "Can't you at least respect me and let me finish what I'm saying? Why do you want him to go back to Tianyun Sect? It's fine as long as he stays here. Besides, you can use this opportunity to visit and recuperate. Also, if you bring a ghost back, I don't know how much the old man from Tianyun Sect will nag you about it."

Bing Nandong glanced at Zhuang Yujing. Fan Zhiyi felt that what Zhuang Yujing said made no sense, so he hurriedly interjected, "Then how about I stay for a few more days? Anyway, no one in Tianyun Sect knows that I've woken up except you."

Bing Nandong didn't speak, and Fan Zhiyi knew he was considering it. After a while, Bing Nandong finally said, "No."

“Fine!” Fan Zhiyi retorted, then smiled amicably at Bing Nandong’s gloomy gaze, dragged him back into the house, waved to A Yu, and closed the door.

"Look, doesn't Tianyun Sect have that Second Elder? He wanted to kill Xiaoyu from the beginning, and there are too many cultivators over there, Xiaoyu would be scared."

Ayu understood Fan Zhiyi's meaning and nodded in agreement, looking pitiful.

Bing Nandong sneered, not even glancing at A Yu: "Do you think Zhuang Yujing and the others aren't cultivators?"

Fan Zhiyi racked his brains trying to come up with a persuasive strategy, but Bing Nandong asked, "Do you really want to stay here?"

"Um, how about staying for another two or three days? We'll go back once your injuries have almost healed."

"Then you can keep it." Bing Nandong said casually, pushed open the door, and strode away.

Fan Zhiyi waved: "Hey, no, I have to go back. Remember to pick me up."

Why does he seem angry again? Men's hearts are truly unfathomable. Oh, I guess I'm a man too; I'm much easier to understand. Fan Zhiyi nodded, expressing sincere self-admiration.

Ayu let out a chilling sigh beside him: "My ashes."

Fan Zhiyi screamed in fright and almost punched him.

Ayu drifted nearby, muttering, "My ashes, my ashes..."

"Okay, okay, I understand. Did Bing Nandong find it for you?"

“He was on the body. Bing Nandong was busy that night, so it was dug out the next day. Let me tell you, you don’t know what the scene was like, wow…” Before A Yu could finish her exclamation, Zhuang Yujing interrupted her.

He approached step by step, then half-covered his face with a fan, his smile gradually turning sinister. Fan Zhiyi felt inexplicably frightened: "What are you doing?"

"He An, close the door."

Why does this feel like they're going to kill him to silence him? No way, could it be? Bing Nandong insisted on taking him away because of this? No! Help, Bing Nandong, I was wrong!

Fan Zhiyi was forced to sit on the edge of the bed by He An, while A Yu stood trembling to the side under the watchful eyes of the two cultivators, Zhuang Yujing and He An.

Fan Zhiyi asked curiously, "Weren't you quite impressive in the haunted house?"

Ayu whispered to him, "The situation is different now."

"No talking in private!" Zhuang Yujing pointed at the two of them with the tip of his fan, then looked around with disdain. He couldn't find a second stool, so he reluctantly went out and called someone to bring him a luxurious chair.

Zhuang Yujing sat down and patted the armrest, quite satisfied: "That's more like how you interrogate people."

Given that Zhuang Yujing often does some inexplicable things, Fan Zhiyi still says he's used to it.

Zhuang Yujing cleared her throat: "Go ahead and speak."

"say what?"

"How did you seduce Bing Nandong? Did you learn some dirty magic to bewitch his mind?" Zhuang Yujing paused, then suddenly realized, "You wouldn't have done that with that young lady from the Xue family..."

Fan Zhiyi chimed in, "Her name is Xue Xiuniang."

"Yeah, they're all in cahoots anyway!"

"Have you ever seen an accomplice chasing you with a huge cleaver, trying to eat you up piece by piece?"

"That's because you're stupid; you couldn't get along with her."

Forced into a corner, Fan Zhiyi had no words left to say: "I have absolutely no way of learning magic."

"That's why I said you did something shady. You didn't drug Bing Nandong, did you? You've changed your tactics now? A gentle knife, each strike deadly, what a cunning scheme!" Zhuang Yujing got more and more excited as she spoke. "So you've been pretending to be innocent and stupid all this time just to gain that idiot Bing Nandong's sympathy, and then you and Xue Xiuniang lured him to the Xue residence alone, intending to kill him. But at the critical moment, the wise and mighty young master of mine appeared. When you realized your plan had been exposed, you could only devise a scheme to have Xue Xiuniang chase after you, thus pretending to be weak and returning to Bing Nandong's side."

You're getting more and more excited, aren't you? No, in all the chasing and escaping by Xue Xiuniang, where were you?

There's no point in talking about this anymore. With such a vivid imagination, why not write a book? Fan Zhiyi finally understood why Bing Nandong was always speechless when facing Zhuang Yujing.

He An coughed lightly and pulled Zhuang Yujing back: "Young Master, that's not the point."

Zhuang Yujing stopped, frowned, and thought for a moment before suddenly asking, "What was the main point I wanted to make?"

"Brother, are you kidding me?" Fan Zhiyi sensed that He An was also speechless.

Zhuang Yujing is quite handsome and has an imposing presence, but why does he always seem a bit silly whenever he speaks?

Fan Zhiyi sighed: "I really have nothing to do with Xue Xiuniang, and Bing Nandong saved me because..." because what?

Yes, why did Bing Nan Dong go to such lengths to save him? Fan Zhiyi also fell into deep thought.

He had thought about this question before, when it was quiet at night, but he would always fall asleep while thinking about it. Now, he could just ask Bing Nandong directly.